"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 & the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss, May Benatar
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