If no distinct memory of this period of my life stands out for me, it is not because I am less deeply grateful for it-but because everything in it melted and mingled into a state of changeless ease, in which evening joined morning without a break, in which day passed into day without a surprise.
Bizitzaren sasoi honetatik oroitzapen partikularrik bereizten ez badut, ez da inondik ere atsegin izan ez nuelako, bertan dena nahasian, ongizate berdinean gertatu zelako baizik, goiza arratsaldeari, eguna hurrengoari ezustekorik gabe uztartuz.