Prague is very small, only half a day should be able to walk through. Kafka lived at 22 Golden Lane in the city. Every day, he went to Café Jaco on Sibeska Street to think and create, sustained by a few slices of bread from the owner, he never asked about the world. Kafka's maverick behavior caught the attention of a woman. She sat down opposite to Kafka, took his written manuscript paper from the table, and when Kafka wrote a page, she read a page. It was the manuscript of The Metamorphosis. At the time, no one could read it, this woman being the exception. Before leaving, she passed the wine waiter and left a note that read, "I have to admit that I fell in love with you and your work."
? The woman was the famous Russian journalist Milena `Jesenska, the wife of a banker, but she hid it all. Later, they began to communicate their feelings through the letter carrier in Prague.
?In 1920, by chance, Kafka learns that Jesenska is married, and he is in deep thought.
? After that, Kafka ceased all contact with Jesenska, who came back to Prague in 1921, to this café, where she did not see Kafka. Under the familiar linen tablecloth, there was an empty pair of old knives and forks. Jessenska left Prague that night, Kafka sat in the dark shadow of the cafe, wrote her last letter: "Now I can not remember what your face looks like, only you left the coffee table that moment of the back, vivid in my mind."
? Later, they did not meet. At the end of his life, Kafka, who was in a state of coma, was heard chanting Jesenska's name.
? Not crosswise, not in the name of love, not in the name of love, put the lover in the light of the place, put themselves in the light of the place. Kafka used his lonely life to express his respect for love.
When I read this short article carefully, I seemed to see Kafka, who y missed Jazynska, wandering with difficulty and hesitation outside the café they had known so well in beautiful Prague. When Jie Senska is sitting inside, and Kafka, who loves her dearly, can no longer sit across from her and enjoy the tranquility of a cup of coffee with her***, it is hard to imagine what a difficult ordeal this is. Kafka said that the joy of this life is not the life itself, but the fear before we rise to a higher realm of life; the pain of this life is not the life itself, but the self-torture caused by that fear. I believe that Kafka turned away with great pain, and the wound of love may have consumed his body and his mind until the end of his life. The rest of his life is a sad word. On June 3, 1924, Kafka's life came to an end. It can be imagined that four years, Kafka spent a kind of love torment, the great writer, leaving the world may not only far-reaching literary works, but also an attitude to love, and great self-control.
The beauty of a city is because of itself, I do not think so. In the eyes of Kafka and Jesenska, the beauty of Prague lies in the existence of each other, because Prague brought them a chance to love, even if it can only become a beautiful memory, framed in their **** the same Prague. However, such beauty, is bright, can be inherited, so far the world's eyes Prague's beauty, but also not only its own, more a kind of Kaji aesthetic love of the holy beauty, can say Prague is with the content of the beauty of the feelings.
I was in the teenage years longing for the holy spirit of love, I hope that in a seat between the green mountains and water, meet a spiritual world full of noble people. Because of a person, leading to a whole new world, but only because of the appreciation of the heart. People in the present age are used to eating fast food, floating, with desire, utilitarian. How many people in the world can achieve the "love" but "stop at the courtesy"? In the feeling of Kafka this noble concept of love at the same time, I can also y understand Jiesenska, her love for Kafka, perhaps at the beginning of the concealment of the truth, but also shows the depth of this friendship, trying to do everything possible to hide, that also requires great courage. And Jie Senska, in front of feelings, is bold to show their love feelings, even if they have gone into the marriage of the city. Not everyone can coincidentally meet the right person at the right time and place, more people because of all kinds of people in the wrong time to meet the true love, in the end can only be like Kajie, silently leave, love each other in the heart, with the rest of his life to miss this love.
Anne had said in the "flowers on the other side of the river", in everyone's heart, in fact, there is love, there has always been. I think it is not marriage, not promise, not family. It is a kind of odor, guiding people blindly forward but no way to touch.
Duras also said in The Lover: "Love for me is not skin to skin, not a vegetable or a meal, it is an immortal desire, a heroic dream in a tired life."
Kafka and Jie Shenska have never been together, more not into marriage, their love is more of a spiritual level of understanding and transmission, is a "so you are also here" tacit understanding and warmth, so perhaps love is not necessarily a long time to have, it is more a kind of soul fit, a kind of spiritual dependence. A patient turn, a nostalgia for the rest of his life, missed the love, but let themselves and their loved ones are living in the sun, the heart of the bloom .......
Prague, because of this love story, so that more people have a look forward to, I think if the rest of my life is fortunate, must go to a trip to Prague, looking for the Hibeska Street Jacobs Café, sitting there quietly drink a cup of coffee ......