Just opposite, on the other side of the street, lived a working watchmaker whom Quenu, through the curtainless window, could see leaning over a little table, manipulating all sorts of delicate things, and patiently gazing at them through a magnifying glass all day long.
Parez pare, kalearen beste aldean, erlojugile bat aritzen zen etxean lanean, mahai txiki batera makurturik, gauza delikatuak esku artean, lupa begietan, odola inoiz berotu gabe, leihoko argitasun bizian.