My interest in books

I still really like Franz Kafka's books because he introduced me to German literature, which in the future would bring me an interest in the language and learn it.

Before my birthday, I traveled to the countryside to my grandmother's arms again, there I spent the happiest 7 days of my life. I think that turning 15 is more important for girls because it is celebrated as if it were a wedding, but for me it was also an impactful date.

On my birthday, my grandmother woke me up with a book in her hands. When I looked, I came across a pocket version of the famous book by the author Franz Kafka; "The Metamorphosis". I took it from her hands, being young, I found it boring to have received a book on such an important date, but after the small celebration, already at night, I found myself looking at the book again. 

On the front was the author's photo, I tilted my head and then grabbed it, I waited for everyone to fall asleep in their hammocks to take light steps with the book under my arms and leave the house. In front of the house, there was a large bridge that would take me to the back, where there was a lake and several trees that in the dark scared me when I was younger. 

After turning on the lamp, I sat on the bench and put the sheet on my back and started reading the book. I remember that under each text, there were comments under the book, where they talked about the genius and references that such an author would use in his books. The night was so comfortable, even though it was cold, I still had the lamp on, the blanket on my back and the light breeze from the lake, I think it was a crucial moment for my boyish mind. 

I spent the whole night reading, I saw the various stars in the sky disappearing one by one with the sunlight and the fireflies turning off their lights. I got so excited about a book that I previously thought would be silly.

As soon as the others woke up, I excitedly went to tell my grandmother about the book she gave me, and how much I liked it. 

I told her about my favorite part, which was Gregor's relationship with his sister. And how she slowly admits that the creature is no longer her brother, and how Gregor sees her as an escape from all of his failed relationships with women. 

My grandmother discussed with me the whole book, my favorite parts and the parts I didn't like, it was a good moment where I felt good about speaking my opinions and opening up as an individual. 

Since then, I would go to libraries in the city looking for the same author, and I even read all of Kafka's books in my adolescence. I transitioned from Kafka to other writers, and even began to take an interest in music. (But I still think he's my favorite writer for reasons of memories and nostalgia.)

That's when I started practicing clarinet, but that's for another day.