"I am two years old and I don't know how to talk. But I know how
to say Papa. I know several other things as well. The only
thing I do not understand is why my father boxes by himself in the
bathroom. Or why he plays with a revolver. And, above all,
why he doesn't like it when I call him Papa. By the way, my name
is Lino, as in Lino Ventura..."
In his letters to his friends and family, Franz Kafka gives us a rich self-portrait that is surprisingly upbeat, nor the angst-ridden soul we might expect.