Somehow Kafka's writing appeals to many people around the world, and everyone feels it's close to their experience
I remember visiting his grave in Prague years ago and ahead of me, already at the grave, was an older woman with plastic shopping bags draping heavily from each hand, her head bowed deeply and silently as she stared at the grave. I stopped and waited. Five minutes later, she lifted her head slightly and turned and went on her way with her heavy shopping.
I remember visiting his grave in Prague years ago and ahead of me, already at the grave, was an older woman with plastic shopping bags draping heavily from each hand, her head bowed deeply and silently as she stared at the grave. I stopped and waited. Five minutes later, she lifted her head slightly and turned and went on her way with her heavy shopping.