I had seldom of late been to the Steel Helmet, my former refuge, where the disappointed men sat out their evenings, soaking in their wine and playing at bachelor life. It did not suit the life I had come to lead since.
"Stahlhelm", nire garai bateko aterbea, gizon ilusiorik gabeek beren gauak erretzen zituzten, beren ardoak edan eta ezkongaietara jolasten zuten lekua, azken aldian gehiegi bisitatu gabea, ez zetorkion ongi nire oraingo bizitzari.