“...Many years later he was to realize that his existence in those empty years was a terrible tragedy in its irrationality of a theologian in a godless state, the disaster of an imbecile tormented by spiritual hunger, who happened to be born in a place where the very concept of “spirit” became synonymous with the word “smell”, the drama of a theologian in a world where the word “God” has disappeared from everyday life, the illogical delirium of the search for Truth, which was as easy to find as finding a pearl in a pile of compost...” The author dedicates this novel to his contemporaries, God-seekers born in sixties. This is a kind of autobiography