When we met at the synagogue door, generally as darkness was falling, after our parents had exchanged embarrassed greetings in the shadowyporch, we nearly always ended up mounting the steep steps to the second floor together, where, crammed with all kinds of people, echoing like a church with organ music and singing-and so high up, among the rooftops, that on some May evenings, when the side windows were wide open to the sunset, we would find ourselves steeped in a kind of golden mist-was the large Italian synagogue.
Tenpluko ataurrean elkar aurkitzen genuenean, ilunabarrean normalean, atariko itzalpean trukaturiko gizalegezko esaldi neketsuen ondoren, azkenik ia beti taldean igotzen genituen bigarren solairurako eskailera pikoak, han baitzegoen sinagoga italiarra, zabala, era guztietako jendez betea, eliza baten antzera organo-soinuz eta kantuz durunditsu; teilatua hain altua zeukan, non maiatzeko zenbait arratsaldetan, eguzki-sartze aldeko paretako leiho handiak zabal-zabalik zeudela, halako batean urre-euri moduko batean murgilduta gertatzen baikinen.