Every morning he watched the sun, from his bedroom window, rising through the winter mists, struggling upward over the peaceful-looking city, breaking through finally to give a couple of hours of actual sunshine before noon, and the quiet beginning of each day was like a promise of peace in the future.
Goizero, bere logelako leihotik, eguzkia neguko laino artetik goratzen ikusten zuen, ezinean altxatzen hiri baketsuaren gainera, azkenean bidea urratu arte eguerdia baino lehen ordu pare bateko eguzkia emateko, eta egun bakoitzaren hasiera lasaia bake promesa bat bezala zen etorkizunerako.