Excerpt from my novel, Kafka In The Castle:
Even though I wait for the summer to be over, I am always surprised by the abrupt transition.
One Wednesday it can be uncomfortable to walk the streets in the afternoon, but by the weekend it seems I should put the windows down at night.
Now, I have these other desired passages thrust suddenly upon me, but for all my longing I am woefully unprepared.
I am back in my parent’s apartment, but it is only for another week. Then, I am going to Zürau to be with Ottla.
I have been granted three months leave from the Institute.
The Director is most concerned about my state, and speaks of my invaluable contributions. He seems to mean it. Would not hear talk of my resignation.
So, I get to follow Ottla out of Prague – almost with carte blanche.
And there is nothing more to be done with Felice. I may have written her my last letter. What good is a tubercular for a husband?
But – to be with Ottla. To be out of Prague. To get away from Prague!