MOTİVASYON @derinbirneffess · Mar 27 Translated from Turkish Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, encountered a girl crying in a park in Berlin when he was 40 years old because she had lost her favorite doll. The girl and Kafka searched for the doll but couldn't find it. Kafka told the girl they would meet there the next day and continue searching for the doll. The next day, when they still hadn't found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll, and in the letter it said: "Please don't cry. I've gone on a trip to see the world. I'll write to you about my adventures." And so began a story that continued until the end of Kafka's life. During their meetings, Kafka read the girl letters carefully written inside the doll, containing its adventures and conversations, and the girl found these letters utterly charming. Finally, Kafka brought back the doll that had "returned" (he had bought a new one). The girl said, "This doesn't look like my doll at all." Kafka gave her another letter from the doll, in which it "wrote": "My travels have changed me." The little girl hugged the new doll and took it home happily. A year later, Kafka died. Years later, the girl, now grown up, found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka, the following was written: "Everything you love is likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in another form."

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