There they all were, gratefully enjoying their lives, tirelessly shouting the names of their disobediently romping children, mustering a few Italian words to joke at length with the amusing old man who sold them sweets, kissing each other on the cheeks and caring not a jot whether anyone was watching their scene of human solidarity.
Eskerronez gozatuz bizi ziren han, nekagaitz beren izenez haur bihurriei deika, txantxetan zekiten italiera apurraz gozokiak saltzen zizkieten agure isekatiarekin, eta masailan elkarri musu ematen zioten, beren giza elkarte txikian izan zitzaketen behatzaile posibleez batere kezkatu gabe.