الوصف
Where was his God who had protected him for so many years? The stone statues he had prayed to, the plaster effigies who smiled upon him, had they abandoned him now? He hadn't really believed in them and now they didn't believe in him. His luck had run out, just like the blood draining down his body onto his face, in his nose and dripping from his head. He wasn't in heaven, and he was gripped with fear - perhaps he was in hell.