Franz Kafka - Letters to Milena (1)

The Talkative Crow reading one of Franz Kafka's letters to Milena.

Dear Frau Milena

The rain which has been going on for two days and
one night has just now stopped, of course probably
only temporarily, but nonetheless an event worth
celebrating, which I am doing by writing to you.
Incidentally the rain itself was bearable; after all,
it is a foreign country here, admittedly only
slightly foreign, but it does the heart good. If my
impression was correct (evidently the memory of
one single meeting, brief and half-silent, is not to
be exhausted), you were also enjoying Vienna as a
foreign city, although later circumstances may
have diminished this enjoyment, but do you also
enjoy foreignness for its own sake? (Which might
be a bad sign by the way, a sign that such
enjoyment should not exist.)

I’m living quite well here, the mortal body could
hardly stand more care, the balcony outside my
room is sunk into a garden, overgrown and covered
with blooming bushes (the vegetation here is
strange; in weather cold enough to make the
puddles freeze in Prague, blossoms are slowly
unfolding before my balcony), moreover this garden
receives full sun (or full cloud, as it has for almost
a week) - lizards and birds, unlikely couples, come
visit me: I would very much like to share Meran
with you, recently you wrote about not being able
to breathe, that image and its meaning are very
close to one another and here both would find a
little relief.

With cordial greetings,
F Kafka

[madhusmitaphukan]

Listening this over and over again on speaker in my room while trying to sleep with lights off. Somehow it fading my loneliness away.. feels like someone talking to me. Thank you. Good night.

[willieluncheonette]

" 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."

[BLKE-]

I wish I could write so poetically for my lover, i feel as if I try and she appreciates and cares for it greatly but i just don’t see it. Always missing something.

[aryan]

I would really love if you gave a small description about the letter.
It's my first time seeing this.

[md.ashrafulislam]

Ma Sha Allah your voice is very good ❤

[Mirrorandmirage]

Thankyou for sharing. I am also doing an audiobook on kafka. Can you please tell me how did you edit this video ? How to put overlay text like this ?