On February 8, as early as the first hours of daylight, Mocha appeared before us: a town now in ruins, whose walls would collapse at the mere sound of a cannon, and which shelters a few leafy date trees here and there.
El 8 de febrero, en la madrugada, avistamos Moka, ciudad ahora en ruinas con unas murallas que se desmoronan al solo ruido de un cañonazo y que apenas si dan protección a unas verdes palmeras.