And I walked up to the bedside of an old woman who was breathing very rapidly, fragile, obviously in the latter phase of active dying. I looked into her face. I looked into the face of her son sitting next to her,
Me acerqué a la cabecera de la cama de una anciana que respiraba jadeando, muy frágil, obviamente en la etapa final de la agonía. Observé su rostro. Observé el rostro de su hijo, que estaba