At the age of 40, #FranzKafka (1883-1924), who never married or had children, was walking in Berlin Park when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka search for the doll without success. Kafka told her to meet him the next day and they would come back to find her.

The next day, when the doll had not yet been found, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll that said: "Please don't cry.

I had a trip to see the world, I'll write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a #story that continues until the end of Kafka's life.

In their encounters, Kafka read her her carefully written letters from her doll with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought him the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.

"It doesn't look like my doll at all," the girl said.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "My travels changed me." The girl kissed the new doll and brought her home happily.

A year later, Kafka died.

Several years later, the girl, now an adult, found a letter on the wrist. In the small letter signed by Kafka he said:

"Everything you #love will probably be lost, but in the end love will come back in a different way."

Book: Kafka and the Traveling Doll.

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Wonderful story!๐Ÿ’œ

You made my day

Damn!

A literal metamorphosis!

thx bro

Beautiful! Thank you for sharing ๐Ÿ’œ Kafka was a very special person.

Unfortunately, my German teacher forced us to read a story by Kafka and asked us to interpret it. From her point of view, my interpretation was completely wrong. Since then, I have thought Kafka was stupid.

Now, over 30 years later, I know that the teacher was stupid and not Kafka ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ’œ

Wow ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ™

I hope I have the opportunity to do something like this. Beautiful.