If, that rainy afternoon on which the luminous Indian summer of 1938 suddenly ended, I had at least managed to speakI told myself bitterly-things might have gone differently for us.
Nire maitasuna aitortzea lortu izan banu, gutxienez, 1938ko San Martin egunaren inguruko uda txiki argitsuari bat-bateko bukaera eman zion arratsalde euritsu hartan-pentsatzen nuen, saminez-, beharbada gure artekoa beste era batera aterako zen.