Every thirty-three years or so, a certain event is repeated in our narrow alleys, which is not at all strange in itself. However, it creates an inexplicable and unjustifiable terror. It always begins with a completely unknown man, without a beard, with yellowish skin and Mongolian features. He comes from the old road dressed in old-fashioned faded clothes; his step is normal and he seems to stumble constantly in a strange way, risking to fall at any moment with his face; he wanders in the Jewish quarter and suddenly disappears...