Week after week we were reduced to starting the same letter over again and copying out the same appeals, so that after a certain time words which had at first been torn bleeding from our hearts became void of sense.
Asteak eta asteak pasa, idazki bera behin eta berriz hastera behartuak egon ginen, ohar berak behin eta berriz kopiatzera, nahiz eta, denboraren poderioz, gure bihotzetatik odol mintzoaz irtendako hitzek zentzua galtzen bazuten ere.