for Marcovaldo staying at the rear of the tram that evening, his back to the other passengers, as he stared beyond the panes at the empty night traversed only by undefined luminous presences and by an occasional shadow blacker than the darkness, offered the perfect situation for day-dreaming, for projecting in front of himself, wherever he went, a never-ending film on a boundless screen.
Marcovaldorentzat arratsalde hartan tranbiako atzealdean beste bidaiariei bizkarra emanda eta leihoetatik gau huts hura ikusirik egotea,-argizko izate bereizi ezinek eta ilunpea baino itzal beltzago batzuek bakarrik zeharkatua-, hura zen egoerarik aukerakoena begiak zabalik zituela amesteko, noranahi joanda ere bere aurrean film etengabe bat proiektatzeko, mugarik gabeko pantaila batean.