As a child I knew no names for the lake, mountains, and brooks where I grew up. My eyes beheld the broad, smooth, blue-green lake lying in the sun, glistening with tiny lights and wreathed by precipitous mountains whose highest crevices were filled with glazed snow and thin waterfalls, and at whose feet there sloped luminous meadows with orchards and huts and gray Alpine cattle.
Nik ez nekien oraindik nola zuten izena neure sorterriko laku, mendi eta errekek. Baina banekusan lakuaren gainazal leun urdin-berdea nola zegoen eguzkitan, argitxoz zirtatua, eta haren inguruan koroa trinkoa eratuz mendi malkarrak, eta haien harkaitzik gorenetan elurrezko murru distiratsu eta ur-jauzitxo ttikiak, eta haien oinean belardi aldapatsu mehatzak, fruitu-arbola, txosna eta mendi-behi grisekin.