One evening as I sat in the Bois de Boulogne, wondering whether to have done with Paris or even with life itself, I reviewed my entire existence for the first time in years and reached the conclusion that I had little to lose by suicide.
Gau batean bakarrik eserita nengoen Boisen eta pentsatzen ari nintzen ea Paris bakarrik edo bizitza bera ere bertan behera utzi behar ote nuen. Aspaldiko partez, lehen aldiz pentsatu nuen neure bizitzan eta konturatu nintzen ez neukala zer galdu handirik.