Although I could well imagine, and not without annoyance, the kind of questions I would have to answer, the same for years now-"Why so late?", "D'you know what the time is?", "Where have you been?"-I stopped, pushed the door half open and poked my head round it.
Nahiago izan nuen gelditu, ondo jakin arren, ez ordea gaitzitu gabe, nolako galderei erantzun beharko nien, beti berdinak baitziren ("Nolatan honen berandu?", "Ba al dakizu zer ordu den?", "Non ibili zara?", eta abar). Atea piska bat ireki eta aurpegia sartu nuen zirrikitutik.