The journalist was so deeply shocked by the very fact that confronted his eyes, completely unable to interpret it, that when the curb beneath his feet began to crumble, instead of clutching the window sill or even the decaying curtain, he raised his hands to the sky as an instinctive plea.

He did not know the content of his plea, nor did he even know the recipient, but at that moment he had nothing else on his side.

We can assume that the previously existing reasons for his existence declared in...