I remember those long motionless months, that seemed strung above time and despair (in February it snowed, and Micol still wasn't back from Venice), and even now, more than twenty years later, the four walls of Alberto Finzi-Contini's room go back to being my vice, the drug that, without my realizing it, I needed every day, at that time....
Gogoan ditut hilabete luze geldi haiek, denboraren eta etsipenaren gainean zintzilikatuak bezala (otsailean elurra egin zuen, Micòl luzatzen ari zen Venezian), eta oraindik ere, hogei urtetik gora igaro eta gero, Alberto Finzi-Continiren estudioko lau paretak orduko egun guztietako droga beharrezko bezain oharkabekoa dira niretzat...