Every year, on the day of our arrival, in order to feel that I really was at Combray, I would climb the hill to find it running again through my clothing, and setting me running in its wake.
Urtero, iristen ginèn egunean bertan, benetan Combrayn nengoela jabetzearren, haretxen bila igotzen nintzen lautadara, eta hark, ildoetan lasterka, bere atzetik lasterkarazten ni.