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Kafka and the doll

Sunday morning. Your moment. You love it.

Maybe the sun is shining and your window is largely open. The fresh air is entering in your room.The house is still silent. You hold you cup of coffee and you are browsing the net looking for something to read or see. Something Easy Like a Sunday Morning.

And I hope you have found my blog. And my weekend writings. Easy-to-read and easy-to-reflect-on. A bitter sweet reading.

Following the introduction I am inviting you to kindly read this piece of emotional story about lost and found, about how we change and how love is always returning.

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

‘Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.’

This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained ‘My travels have changed me.’

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

In summary it said:
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’

– Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

I have received this piece of story recently from a great-great friend and after reading my first thought was: OH, I need to share this with more people. And this is why it is here.

There is an interesting interpretation of the story written in an Huffington Post article. Concerning me, I will not give any interpretation and I will let you take your own lessons out of it.

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