Only then did I realize that my friendship with the carpenter and my preoccupation with the sick child had made me forget all about the hot season and taking a holiday. Before, I would have found it impossible to remain in town in July and August.
Bitartean ohizkoa ez nuen atsegin bat neukan, Basileako zurginaren haurrei toki politen postalak bidali eta batez ere nola beraiei eta beraien aitari gero bidaiaren berri emango nien imajinatzea.