There was nothing in it but some iodine and a map of the Nord-Sud Métro.* I hadn't seen a single customer in the store, only a few villagers who came to look-see, interminably gesticulating and chewing cola, ridden with sex and malaria.
Barrenean iodo tintura besterik ez zen gelditzen, eta baita Nord-Sud metroaren plano bat. Erostunik ez nuen oraindik batere ikusi lantegian, bertako beltz batzuk bakarrik, amaigabeko jestuetan ari, kola murtxikatzen, erotiko eta malariadun.