What you call a race is nothing but a collection of riffraff like me, bleary-eyed, flea-bitten, chilled to the bone. They came from the four corners of the earth, driven by hunger, plague, tumors, and the cold, and stopped here.
Arraza, hik hola esaten dioan hori, nere moduko zoldazuen trumil haundia besterik ez duk, makarjario, krakazu, kukusoz josiak, gose, izurri, haunditsu eta hotzetatik ihesi hona hondarra jotzera etorriak, munduko lau bazterretatik hautsita bidaliak.