NFih, how could I delived my two novels...

...to you?

After all, we had a long correspondence that ended when you got sick, and I appreciated you opinion.

But...

Firstly, I don't know your name, I don't even know where you live.

Secondly, if you had my novels, you would not understand the language.

So let's forget it.

I still hope you would read them one day -- you know what I mean. But it is not sure, because people have such a bad taste. Write about some female Master of Business Administration living in the second-biggerst quarter of you capital, and her human relations, and the success is sure. But...

In my last years I try to do something that could be understood in the distant past and in the distant future.

Funny, I have Der Process here... and some time ago I read Das Schloss. After reading that I realized: this novel would never be published in today's world.