The sun was there, I can vouch for that, always the same, as if somebody had opened a big furnace in your face, and then behind it there was more sun and insane trees, whole avenues of them, those lettuces as big as oaks and those African dandelions, three or four of which would add up to a perfectly good chestnut tree in France.
Eguzkia behintzat bazen, hori bai, beti bat bera, etengabe pertz haundi bat zapla muturrera irekiko balizute bezala eta gero beherago are eguzki gehiago eta arbola itxuragaitz horiek eta etorbide gehiago, letxuga modu horiek haritzak bezala harrotuak eta hango sorginbelarrak, haietako hiruzpalau aski bailirateke gure herriko platanondo ederra osatzeko.