When he was 40, the renowned Bohemian novelist and short story writer Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was strolling through Steglitz Park in Berlin, when he chanced upon a young girl crying her eyes out because she had lost her favorite doll.
She and Kafka looked for the doll without success. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would look again.
The next day, when they still had not found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll.
The next day, when they still had not found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll.
Letter said, “Please do not cry. I have gone on a trip to see the world. I'm going to write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story that continued to the end of Kafka’s life.
When they would meet, Kafka read aloud his carefully composed letters of adventures.
Thus began a story that continued to the end of Kafka’s life.
When they would meet, Kafka read aloud his carefully composed letters of adventures.
Finally, Kafka read her a letter of the story that brought the doll back to Berlin, and he then gave her a doll he had purchased.
"This does not look like my doll at all," she said. Kafka handed her another letter that explained, "My trips, they have changed me."
"This does not look like my doll at all," she said. Kafka handed her another letter that explained, "My trips, they have changed me."
The girl hugged the new doll & took it home. A year later, Kafka died.
Many years later, the girl found a letter in the inner pocket of the doll's dress.The tiny letter, said, “Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way."
Many years later, the girl found a letter in the inner pocket of the doll's dress.The tiny letter, said, “Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way."
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