Then came long rides in the Thracian Forest, with stinging wind swelling the folds of our cloaks. I remember the steady beat of rain on the leaves and the tent top; the halt at the workers' camp where Hadrianopolis was to be built, and ovations there from the veterans of the Dacian wars; the soft, wet earth out of which walls and towers soon would rise.
gero etorri ziren traziar oihanean barrenako itzegaldiak, haize gozakaitz hura mantuen tolesturetan lazkatzen zelarik, euriaren etengabeko danbolinketa hostoen eta dendako sabaiaren gainean, Andrinopolis eraikitzekoa zèn aurkientzako langile-kanpamenduan egindako geldialdia, daziar gerletako soldadu zaharren txalo eta oihuak, laster ormak eta dorreak ernaraziko zituèn lur bigun hura.