As a rule we went to Giovanni's, sitting outside, opposite the castle towers that beetled above us like crags in the Dolomites, and touched at the peaks, like them, by the waning daylight; or else to the Voltini, a cheap restaurant outside Porta Reno from the tables of which, in a row under a light arcade facing south across the open countryside, you could then see right across to the vast expanse of the airport.
gure buruen gainean, Dolomita mendietako harkaitzak bezain altuak ziren, eta, haiek bezalaxe, eguneko azken argiak gailurrean miazkatu egiten zituen. Bestela, Voltini-ra joaten ginen, Porta Reno kanpoko ostatura: han eserita, hegoaldera begira eta, garai hartan, landetara irekita zegoen arkupe txiki batean lerro-lerro jarritako mahaietan, begirada aireportuko zelai neurgaitzetaraino luza zitekeen.