Some years later, in the winter of 1944, in prison, these were the phrases, the kind of questions, I was to exchange with an unknown neighbour in the next cell, shouting up through the cell window:
Zenbait urte geroago, 1943ko udaberrian, kartzelan nengoela, antzeko esaldiak trukatuko nituen nire ziega ondoko auzo ezezagunarekin, gorantz oihu eginez aire-zuloko zirrikitutik: