“Dearest
father” with these words Kafka begins his letter.
Pages of profound sorrow regarding a
difficult relationship that kept taking turns for the worse; a man, confronted
with the paternal
figure, with a threatening shadow and darkenss that he had always known in his life, the wounded sensibility of a
spirit that tries to find comfort and approval but he meets perennially with a
wall of Hush and desolation. In these pages the man and the
writer find themselves joined unbreakably,
deprived of hope to cling to, thus they go back to the
abyss of oblivion in which they feel themselves overwhelmed and crushed by the father figure. Wanting to find again once and for all, definitive clarification of the words not said and each of the obscure reasons behind his own anguish, Kafka returns in these splendid pages to his childhood, a youth tormented from ghosts of every
kind and, to a father, inaccessible, far away
and hostile who never made him feel loved.And, finally, he is left deprived of
hope in his painful attempt to find tranquillity
in living and
dying , his dying demand for an untroubled spirit, his cry for help. His desire to hide the shame and the
shyness. His confession of his forsaken state and injured feelings.