My father threw himself into the sea, he pushed himself over the waves and was lost on the horizon, leaving us with an empty place at the table and the hope that the saucepans would, very soon, be full once again.
Mon pare es va llançar a la mar, es va empentar ell mateix sobre les ones i es va perdre a l'horitzó deixant-nos un lloc buit a taula i les esperances de tornar a omplir, molt aviat, les cassoles.