There I was, better than a millionaire in the morning... and a penniless refugee by nightfall... with nothing but these rags and my poor flesh to call my own.
Hara nire patua, goizean milioitsua nintzen, iluntzerako, ordea, errefuxiatu bat xentimorik gabea... arropa zarpail hauek, eta nire gorpuzkiak, beste ezeren jabe ez naiz jada.