I didn't even wait for coffee but went straight from the hut to Királyhida and in my fury I had only one thought and that was to find a quiet little pub in the town, drink myself sozzled there, kick up a row, sock someone across the jaw and then go home relaxed and satisfied.
Kafeari itxaron gabe, berihala joan ninduan barrakoitik Kiralyhidara, eta amorruaren amorruz asmo bakarra nerabilean buruan: hirian taberna isil bat aurkitu, bertan atuna harrapatu, eta bertan iskanbila sortu, norbaiti muturreko bat jo eta, enbataren modura, etxera joatia.