It all came back. I was living again an hour of the last years of my boyhood, a Sunday afternoon in early spring, the day that on a lonely walk I met Rosa Kreisler and greeted her so shyly and fell in love with her so madly.
Nire motiko urteetako azken uneetako bat bizi nuen berriro, udaberri hasierako igande arratsalde bat, bakarrik pasiatzen ari nintzela, Rosa Kreisler topatu eta hain lotsakor agurtu eta berarekin goitik behera enamoratu nintzen egun hura.