I would see her again year after year during my Christmas vacations, and every time she seemed more destitute in the window of her house, where she would sit in the afternoon making cloth flowers and singing songs about single women with her neighbours.
Eguberrikari, bakaziotan, urtero berrikusten nuen, eta gero eta on-beharrago zirudien hantxe bere etxeko leihoan, non arratsaldean eseri eta auzokoekin batera trapuzko loreak egiten eta neskazaharren vals-ak kantatzen aritzen zen.