Fans of Franz K

I am the lonely narrator, overwhelmed with what I do not play, and I forgot what I memorize, then I spilled my ink and went after the footsteps of a young man and a young woman who are leading the sea by its horns, after they succeeded in taming the wave, and with agility they cross the most elevated bridge from the battlements, to a field almost drowned by a delicate mist—an epic of three chapters, dealing with weaving stories revolving around the city and the village, in symbolic language and transparent narration. The reader meets a narrator chosen from the heroes of the novel—residents of the old Jiy—due to his skill and precision in "telling stories of graves that fell and did not fall." A narrator who writes about beautiful creatures he has never met! A narrator who saw everything and brought it to us on a plate of pain.