Endlessly, during the winter, spring and summer that followed, I turned back to what had happened (or rather hadn't happened) between Micol and me in old Perotti's beloved carriage.
Ezin konta ahala aldiz itzuli nintzen gogoaz, ondoko negu, udaberri eta udan, Perotti zaharraren karrozarik maiteenaren barruan Micòl eta bion artean gertatu zen (edo, hobeto esanda, gertatu ez zen) horretara.