While I was strolling about deserted and dimly illuminated back streets, a series of atrocious and tempestuous shouts suddenly filled the dark of that cursed summer night. It seemed to me that somebody, namely a man, was repeatedly sobbing with pain, howling the same anguished exclamation through one of the open windows I could discern around me. To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure to have correctly understood the tumultuous, agonized words which were hitting my ears. Anyway, I heard more or less the following (multiplied by fifteen or sixteen): «I’ve lost my sight!».
As soon as the shrieks stopped, I –being prey to a violent shock– instinctively uttered a loudly dismayed question: «Where are you?». I do still remember my voice’s broken sound blindly climbing up the pitch-black air towards the nearest casements; from some of them a few bewildered faces were now peeping, to glance here and there as I too was restlessly doing.
«Where are you, my poor friend?» –I cried another time– «And to what terrible tragedy have you fallen victim? Perhaps your eyes have just been put out by a cruel, ferocious sprite!?».
«Even worse!» –came the horrified reply, echoing from an unspecified point above me– «My subscription to the Internet expired two minutes ago!».
At that very moment, I realized that I had misinterpreted the former screaming lament, or rather its last word.