I damned the Föhn, but all my agonies were accompanied secretly by the half-hidden warmth of lust, as I had felt it during my boyhood longing for Rösi Girtanner. The dark warm wave of passion flooded over me.
Lotsa ematen zidan neure buruak, mingarri bezain alferrikakoa zena, madarikatu hego-haizea eta barrenean sufrimendu guztiekin halako sentimendu atsegin bero isila sumatzen nuen, mutikotan bezala, Rösi politarengan pentsatu eta uholde epel ilunak menperatzen ninduenean bezala.