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Everyone of us has seen this scene at least once in our lives: a dirty, ragged person zigzagging in the street, laughing for no reason and shouting something unintelligible, addressing himself or an invisible interlocutor, God or the Devil. We look away and mentally promise ourselves that we will never get to this point, as if this loose creature had planned this life. What is behind the collapse of an ordinary drunkard? Perhaps an unusual philosophy or a crisis in a close relationship? A different worldview that makes living in society unbearable? Or remorse for an old fatal mistake?