“I am a quite impossible bird,” said Franz Kafka. “I am a jackdaw — a kavka. My wings are atrophied. For this reason there are no heights and distances for me. I hop about bewildered among my fellow men. They regard me with deep suspicion. And indeed I am a dangerous bird, a thief, a jackdaw. But that is only an illusion. In fact, I lack all feeling for shining objects. For that reason I do not even have glossy black plumage. I am grey, like ash. A jackdaw who longs to disappear between the stones.
But this is only joking, so that you will not notice how badly things are going with me today.”
kafka.
But this is only joking, so that you will not notice how badly things are going with me today.”