It would be lovely to sleep for one night in that cottage before the fire of smoking turf, in the dark lit by the fire, in the warm dark, breathing the smell of the peasants, air and rain and turf and corduroy.
Polita izango zatekeen gau batean basetxe hartan lo egitea zoikatzezko su ketsuaren aurrean, sutondoko argitasun ilunean, iluntasun epelean, baserritarren usaina, aire, euri, zoikatz eta pana, usainduz. Baina, ai!