I don't know how many drinks, but my brain remained as clear as though Ricardo's stuff had been changed into rainwater. I also saw very clearly just what I had to do, as clearly as I'd seen Tom's face when the gas-can had blown up in the kitchen.
Ez dakit zenbat baso, baina burua erne-erne nuen, Ricardoren bourbona ur bilakatu balitz bezala, eta arront argi ikusi nuen zer egin behar nuen, gasolinazko bidoiak sukaldean eztanda egin zuenean Tomen aurpegia ikusi nuen bezain argi.