I could see the road clearly just then and, plunked down on the mud beside it, big squares and cubes of houses, their walls whitened by the moonlight, like big unequal blocks of ice, pale and silent.
Ederki ikusten nuen orduan kamioa eta baita, bazterretan jarririk, zoruko lohiaren gainean, etxeetako lauki eta bolumen haundiak ere, ilargiz zurituriko paretadunak, izotz puska haundi irregularrak bailiran, dena isiltasuna, mokor zurbiletan.