The rubber was all over the ground, mingling its juice with the bush melons and those sickly-sweet papayas that taste like pissy pears... I ate so many of them in place of beans that now, fifteen years later, the memory of them still turns my stomach.
Kautxoak lurrean bertan botata arrastatua bere zukua nahasten zuen oihaneko meloiekin, udare pixatuaren gustoa zuten papaia gexa haiek, handik hamabost urtera oraindik botagalez gogoratzen naizenak, banabarren partez hainbeste jan bainuen haietatik. Saiatu nintzen zenbaterainoko ezinera erori nintzen irudikatzen, ezin, ordea.