"What a waste!" He was laid out by alcohol again, but it was hard to believe they were carrying a living person, because his right arm was dragging on the ground, and as soon as his mother put it back inside the hammock it would fall out again, so that he left a trail on the ground from the edge of the precipice to the deck of the boat.
Berriro ere alkoholaren poderioz lur jota zegoen, bizirik zeramatela sinesteak lanak zituen, izan ere eskuineko besoa arrastaka zuen lurrean, eta amak hamakan sartzen zion bezain agudo berriro ere hantxe zintzilik lorrean, halako moldez ezen amildegiko erlaitzetik has eta ontziko plataformaraino arrastoa egin zuen lurrean.