During a Haydn duet the tears had come suddenly to my eyes. I had not waited for the end of the concert. Dropping the thought I had had of seeing the singer again (what evenings I had once spent with the artists after such concerts) and stealing away out of the Cathedral, I had wearily paced the dark and narrow streets, where here and there behind the windows of the restaurants jazz orchestras were playing the tunes of the life I had now come to live.
Haydnen bikote batean malkoak atera zitzaizkidan bat-batean, ez nintzen emanaldia bukatu arte egon, abeslarisari agur egiteari muzin egin nion (oh, zenbat gau distiratsu igaro nituen garai batean halako kontzertuen ondoren artistekin!), katedraletik lerratu nintzen eta gaueko kaleetan zehar nekaturik ibili, han eta hemen jatetxeetako leihoetatik nire egungo bizitzako melodiak jazz bandek jotzen zituzten bitartean.