But so, curious, I run up to the child -- of course scaring the living bejesus out of him -- grab him by the collar, turn it over, and there is my name written on the collar of this sweater.
Por, shume kurioze, une vrapova pas djalit -- duke e trembur per se gjalli -- e terhoqa ate prej jakes, e ktheva, dhe aty ishte emri im i shkruar ne jaken e kesaj trikoje.