But there was only me, just me, me all alone, beside him, the genuine Ferdinand, who was short of everything that would make a man bigger than his own bare life, short of love for other people's lives.
Baina ni bakarra izaki han, ni-neroni, ni beste inor ez, Ferdinand bat berdadero askoa, gizon bat bere bizitza soila baino haundiagoko zerbait bilaka lezakeena falta nuena, besteen bizitzaganako amodioa falta nuena.