"No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.". - Franz Kafka

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting.

The meaning of life is that it stops.