My business was the red-headed owl, that dirty occasion in which dirty, plague-ridden mouths told a man in chains that he was to die and arranged everything so that he would, indeed, die, after many long nights of agony in which he waited to be killed with his eyes open.
Hontz gorria zen, abentura nazkagarri hura non izurriak hartutako aho zikin haiek kateaz lotutako gizon hari hiltzera zihoala esaten zioten eta, hala, gauza guztiak hil zedin araupetzen zituzten, begiak zabalik, noiz akabatuko zuten zain, agoniazko gauak eta gauak pasa ondoren.