Yes, it was perfectly true-I remembered-that a little earlier I'd gazed down at the garden for nearly half an hour from the top of the Wall of the Angels, and above all at the house, which, from where I was, and through the almost leafless branches of the trees, I saw cut out against the evening sky from base to pinnacled roof, frail and elongated as an heraldic emblem.
Egia zen benetan, gogoan nuen: lehentxeago, Harresi aldean, ia ordu erdiz egona nintzen lorategira eta, batez ere etxera begira: berau, zuhaitz adar ia biluzien artetik, ikur heraldiko bat bezain tente eta lirain ikusten nuen handik, arratsaldeko zeruaren kontra.