You always went home with the feeling of having experienced a sort of empty nightmare, of having spent a few hours as the guest of strangers with other guests who were strangers too, of having lived through a space of time without any consequences and without any cause, human or other.
Alde egiten genuen, halako lokamuts zuri bat pasa izanaren sentimenduarekin itzultzen ginen beti, ezezagunen etxean ordu batzuk ematetik gentozela alegia, egoera berberean zeuden gonbidatu batzuekin-ezezagunak haiek ere-egotetik, biharamunik gabeko une bat bizi izatetik, une batere motibaziorik gabea, ez gizatiarrik ez bestelakorik ez zuena.