Today I want to share with you a true story by Franz Kafka that left a profound mark on my life. Enjoy it as much as that little girl who lost her doll, but never the love she felt for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the age of 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), a man who never married or had children, was walking through a park in Berlin when he found a little girl crying inconsolably: she had lost her favorite doll. Together they searched for her, but they couldn't find her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kafka then asked her to come back the next day to continue the search. When the doll was still missing the next day, he handed her a letter. \u201cwritten\u201d<\/em> by the doll, which said: \u201cPlease don\u2019t cry. I went on a trip to see the world. I\u2019ll write to you about my adventures.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Thus began a tender ritual that lasted until the end of Kafka's life. At each meeting, he read her carefully crafted letters, filled with stories about the doll's travels and experiences, which the girl received with joy and wonder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the end, Kafka gave her a new doll (bought at a toy store). A year later, Kafka died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Years later, that girl\u2014now an adult\u2014found a letter hidden inside the doll. In it, Kafka had written: This is how you live life: accepting the losses, but embracing the new ways in which love resurfaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What does this story teach you? About loss, imagination, or Kafka's tenderness? I'm reading it carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014Dr. Roch<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hoy quiero compartir contigo una historia real de Franz Kafka que dej\u00f3 una profunda huella en mi vida. Disfr\u00fatala tanto como aquella ni\u00f1a que perdi\u00f3 su mu\u00f1eca, pero nunca el amor que sent\u00eda por ella. A los 40 a\u00f1os, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), un hombre que nunca se cas\u00f3 ni tuvo hijos, paseaba por un parque […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9829,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9828","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-sin-categoria"],"yoast_head":"\n
\u2014\u201cIt doesn\u2019t look anything like my doll.\u201d<\/em>, said the girl, bewildered.
Then Kafka handed her another letter where the doll explained: \u201cMy travels changed me.\u201d<\/em> The girl, convinced, kissed her new companion and happily took her home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEverything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n