But I do remember the lights on the oil rig off the Malaysian coast and the young man who collapsed and died, the journey's end too much for him, and the first apple I tasted, given to me by the men on the rig.
Por mbaj mend shume mire dritat e nje platforme nafte ne bregdetin Malaizian dhe nje djale te ri qe ra poshte e vdiq, sepse fundi i udhetimit ishte shume i veshtire per te, dhe mollen e pare qe shijova, mollen qe me dhane burrat ne platformen e naftes.