Nuk thashë asgjë për përmbytjet, po kam folur me vete shumë dhe me Viktor Hygo në mendimet e mia. Gjithmonë jam befasuar sesi ai i përshkruante kanalizimet e Parisit, një botë më vete e gjitha. Njerëz që e kanë pasur mendjen të fabrikuar ndryshe nga ne që në gjenezë. Nejse, më poshtë po ju sjell një copëz të shkurtër nga “Të mjerët” e Hygoit.

The history of men is reflected in the history of sewers. The Germoniae[58] narrated Rome. The sewer of Paris has been an ancient and formidable thing. It has been a sepulchre, it has served as an asylum. Crime, intelligence, social protest, liberty of conscience, thought, theft, all that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; the maillotins in the fourteenth century, the tire-laine of the fifteenth, the Huguenots in the sixteenth, Morin's illuminated in the seventeenth, the chauffeurs [brigands] in the eighteenth. A hundred years ago, the nocturnal blow of the dagger emerged thence, the pickpocket in danger slipped thither; the forest had its cave, Paris had its sewer. Vagrancy, that Gallic picareria, accepted the sewer as the adjunct of the Cour des Miracles, and at evening, it returned thither, fierce and sly, through the Maubuee outlet, as into a bed-chamber.

Falenderojmë Irena Shabanin për shkrimin e botuar në intv.al