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A little Girl

ToΒ be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.


β€œAt 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll.

β€œShe and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

β€œThe next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter β€˜written’ by the doll saying β€˜please don’t cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.’

β€œThus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life. During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

β€œFinally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
β€œIt doesn’t look like my doll at all,” said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: β€˜my travels have changed me.’ The little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died.

β€œMany years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

β€œEverything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”