In February a troubled, fantastically phrased letter from innkeeper Nydegger announced that there had been a heavy snowfall and that something was wrong in the village, with animals as well as people. My father's condition being particularly doubtful, all in all it would be a good thing if I could send some money, or best of all could come myself.
Nydegger ostatariaren gutun bizi eta harrigarriro estilizatu batek jakinarazi zidan otsailean, elur handiak zeudela eta herriko ganadua eta jendea ez zirela ongi aurkitzen, zehatz esateko, neure aitaren ardura izan behar nuela eta nolabait esateko on izango zela dirua bidaltzea edo bertara joatea.