"My "fear" is my substance, and probably the best part of me." - Franz Kafka

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Milena - what a rich heavy name, almost too full to be lifted, and in the beginning I didn't like it much, it seemed to me a Greek or Roman gone astray in Bohemia, violated by Czech, cheated of its accent, and yet in colour and form it is marvellously a woman, a woman whom one carries in one's arms out of the world, and out of the fire, I don't know which, and she presses herself willingly and trustingly into your arms.

The thornbush is old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.