What difference could they make to me, the deaths of others, or a mother's love, or his God; or the way a man decides to live, the fate he thinks he chooses, since one and the same fate was bound to "choose" not only me but thousands of millions of privileged people who, like him, called themselves my brothers.
Zer axola zitzaidan besteen heriotza, ama baten maitasuna, haien Jainkoak, batek hautatzen duen bizitza, eta destinoa, destino batek aukeratu behar baninduen ni neroni eta nirekin milaka pribilejiodun, nire senide deitzen zirenak. Konprenitzen zuen berak?