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❗Um clássico que move, intimida e nos envolve numa inconformidade e dor❗

Segundo livro que leio de Kafka, depois do "Metamorfose" e posso-vos dizer que este conquistou-me definitivamente!

Kafka expõe a sua alma nesta carta endereçada ao pai. Para isso, remonta toda a sua ligação com o ele desde as primeiras negações até ao momento de atual, já homem adulto.

Esta carta não serve só para o pai de Kafka, mas para todos os pais que se comportam desta forma ao transformar a vida dos filhos numa autêntica prisão.

Tal como ele diz refugia-se na escrita, quando não pode se refugiar no peito do pai.

Foi duro ler, mas pior ainda perceber o quanto um pai pode destruir a vida de um filho!

Conclusão: leiam se gostam de narrativas curtas mas que marcam tanto

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i looked at my father and sighed,,, franz kafka i understand profusely.

DEAREST FATHER,
You asked me recently why I maintain that I am afraid of you. As usual, I was unable to think of any answer to your question, partly for the very reason that I am afraid of you, and partly because an explanation of the grounds for this fear would mean going into far more details than I could even approximately keep in mind while talking. And if I now try to give you an answer in writing, it will still be very incomplete, because, even in writing, this fear and its consequences hamper me in relation to you and because the magnitude of the subject goes far beyond the scope of my memory and power of reasoning.

hi dad!!!!!!!! i have so much i wanna say to you but i dont even know where to begin

And in saying this I would all the time beg of you not to forget that I never, and not even for a single moment, believe any guilt to be on your side. The effect you had on me was the effect you could not help having. But you should stop considering it some particular malice on my part that I succumbed to that effect.

real shit

You can treat a child only in the way you yourself are constituted with vigor, noise and hot temper, and in this case such behavior seemed to you to be also most appropriate, becsuse you wanted to bring me up to be a strong, brave boy.

you're self-sufficient, pragmatic and you always have to follow a schedule . you're full of will, drive and determination. you always talk as if you know you're goals will come true. you don't sit with anxiety, you aren't scared of how others percieve you, you always choose fight over flight. it baffles you how i'm not the same. you look at my incompetence as if it's something you can't grasp because of course . what child of yours would be so lacking, they're supposed to take after you.

That was only a small beginning, but this feeling of being nothing that often dominates me (a feeling that is in another repect, admittedly, also a noble and fruitful one) comes largely from your influence. What would have needed was a little encouragement, a little friendliness, a little keeping open of my road, instead of which you blocked it for me, though of course with the good intention of making me take another road. But I was not fit for that.

you always judge. it feels like there isn't a single detail you don't see, like there isn't a single thing you can't criticize or nitpick. you always gotta say something about someone (me)

In keeping, furthermore, was your intellectual domimation. You had worked your way so far up by your own energies alone, and as a result you had unbounded confidence in your opinion... Your opinion was correct, every other was mad, wild, mesbugge, not normal.

YOUR ARROGANCE AND YOUR MASSIVE EGO . YOU CANT EVEN ADMIT WHEN YOU'RE INCORRECT . im ripping my hair

Now, when I was the subject you were actually astonishingly often right; which in conversation was not suprising for there was hardly ever any conversation between us, but also in reality. Yet this was nothing particularly incomprehensible, either; in all my thinking I was, after all, under the heavy pressure of your personality, even in that part of it—and particularly in that—which was not in accord with yours. All these thoughts, seemingly independent of you, were from the beginning burdened with your belittling judgments; it was almost impossible to endure this and still work out a thought with any measure of completeness and permanence.

you are so hypocritical

Please, Father, understand me correctly: in themselves these would have been utterly insignificant details, they only became depressing for me because you, so tremendously the authoritative man, did not keep the commandments you imposed on me.

you and your double standards

And here again was your enigmatic innocence and inviolability; you cursed and swore without the slightest scruple; yet you condemned cursing and swearing in other people and would not have it.

THIS IS SO YOU even sister complains about it

For me you were nothing in the least like a curiosity, I couldn't pick and choose. I had to take everything.

you'll always be my father

Your extremely effective rhetorical methods in bringing me up, which never failed to work with me, were: abuse, pity, threats, irony, spiteful laughter, and—odly enough—self-pity. I cannot recall your ever having abused me directly and in downright abusive terms. Nor was that necessary; you had so many other methods...

hammer .

An admonition from you generally took this form: "Can't you do it in such-and-such a way? That's too hard for you, I suppose. You haven't the time, of course?" and so on, And each such question would be accompanied by malicious laughter and a malicious face.

whenever he talks like this he is so irritable it feels like he's treating you like he's so much better hruejaowudhsj

So you suffered, and so we suffered, From your own point of view you were quite right when, clenching your teeth and with that gurgling laughter that gave the child its first notions of hell...

suffer, yes we did Suffer, indeed

You have always reproached me (either alone or in front of others, since you have no feeling for the humiliation of the latter, and your children's affairs were always public) for living in peace and quiet, warmth and abundance, lacking nothing, thanks to your hard work. I think of remarks that must positively have worn grooves in my brain, such as: "When I was only seven I had to push a handcart from village to village."

you always make comparisons to the way you lived in the past and the life i'm living now and you always make it about you you you you you you . we get it you were achieving more than me at my age!!!! you were hard working!!!!!!

Not only did I lose my family feeling, as you say; on the contrary, I did indeed have a feeling about the family, mostly in a negative sense, concerned with the breaking away from you (which, of course, could never be done completely).

as i've said before: you're always my father. we're so so different but so annoyingly similar.

That was strengthening for a moment, nothing more, but on the other side your weight always dragged me down much more strongly. Never shall I pass the first grade in grammar school, I thought, but I succeeded, I even got a prize; but I shall certainly not pass the entrance exam for the Gymnasium, but I succeeded; but now I shall certainly fail in the first year at the Gymnasium; no, I did not fail, and I went on and on succeeding. This did not produce any confidence, however; on the contrary, I was always convinced—and I had positive proof of it in your forbidding expression—that the more achieved, the worse the final outcome would inevitably be.

i always dread even more so now for my future

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õhhh kui isiklik
masendav kuid silmiavav ja väga raskelt eluline
pean kindlasti selle härrasmehe kirjandusele rohkem tähelepanu andma kui varem
need kaks tsitaati on noh
piisavad

Courage, resolution, confidence, delight in this and that, could not last when you were against it or even if your opposition was merely to be assumed; and it was to be assumed in almost everything I did.

Never shall I pass the first grade in grammar school, I thought, but I succeeded, I even got a prize; but I shall certainly not pass the entrance exam for the Gymnasium, but I succeeded; but now I shall certainly fail in the first year at the Gymnasium; no, I did not fail, and I went on and on succeeding. This did not produce any confidence, however; on the contrary, I was always convinced--and I positively had the proof of it in your forbidding expression--that the more I achieved, the worse the final outcome would inevitably be.