The hard seat was dear to me, and so was the peasant glass and the cool racy taste of the Elsasser and my intimacy with all and everything in this room, and the faces of the bent and dreaming drinkers, those disillusioned ones, whose brother I had been for so long.
Atsegin zitzaidan nire aulki gogorra, nire kristal lodizko basoa, atsegin altsaziarraren fruitu keru freskoa, atsegin leku horretako guztiekiko eta bakoitzarekiko nire lanotasuna, atsegin edaleen aurpegi ameslari uzkurrak, porrot egindakoen aurpegiak, haien anaia izana bainintzen luzez.