Once Kafka went for a
walk in a nearby park. Meanwhile he saw a little girl crying. He approached to
find out what was troubling her. The girl explains: <<I lost my
doll>> Kafka answers with boredom: <<For God’s sake! It’s not lost!
She is travelling>>. The girl stops whipping and while she was surprised
she asks :<< how are you aware of that? >> Kafka responds: <<
she wrote a letter for you, and I have the letter>>. The little girl gets
excited and asks if he had the letter with him, and Kafka admits: <<No,
it’s in my house, be here tomorrow so that I will bring it to you>>.
Kafka returns to his house with haste and starts writing the letter, he was as
focused as if he was writing a master piece! These letter exchanges took almost
three weeks and the little girl believed that the messages were truly written
by the hands of her doll. At the end Kafka finishes these series of letters
with the excuse that the doll is getting married.
