'Once we had one of those Hungarian bastards by the throat in Pausdorf, where we sappers went for a drink. I wanted to sock him across the coconut with a belt in the dark-you see we had smashed the hanging lamp with a bottle as soon as it started-but all of a sudden he began to shout:
-Behin zulatzaileok Pausdorfera joan gintuan ardo bila, eta halako batian morroi hungariar bati eutsi nioan zintzurretik. Ilunpean, gerrikoarekin jo nahi izan nian kaskoan, ze istilua hasi orduko solairuko lanpara puskatu genian botila batekin, eta hura bat-batian oihuka hasi zuan: