The window looked out on 142nd Street. Snow was falling on the ice-locked piles of garbage stretching like levees along the gutters as far as the eye could see.
Leihotik 142. Kalea ikusten zen. Elurra ari zuen, espaloi gainean begiz ezin jo ahala eta zentinelen antzera ileran lerrokaturik zeuden zabor-meta jelatuen gainean.