“ Water was lacking to such an extent, ” wrote de Clieu, “that for more than a month I was obliged to share my scanty ration with the plant upon which my happiest hopes were founded and which was the source of my delight. ”
« Kishim kaq pak ujë, — shkroi de Klijoja — saqë, për më tepër se një muaj, isha i detyruar ta ndaja racionin tim të ujit me bimën, tek e cila kisha varur shumë shpresa dhe ishte burimi i kënaqësisë sime. »