«The rain fell, fell for days, months, years… Everything disappeared, animals, plants, problems, designers, even the angels had wet feathers. In the dense night, we thought we could see glimmers, then lights, then bright flashes. It was the Flos lamps, all the way from Italy. They had adapted, they were waterproof. They were no longer surviving, they were living for the sole, utmost happiness of the phosphorescent amoebas. A miracle. »