Had Franz known this would be his last peaceful hour in Prague, he might have listened more closely to Löwy’s rants about the Warsaw actors. "You really ought to see us again Franz." He had insisted. Franz had politely declined since he had a sanatorium to be at. Löwy, however, dismissed the medical reality of the sanatorium with a violent gesture of his arm, before pausing his attention suddenly drawn by a figure across the street. Franz followed Lowy's gaze to a young woman. She had a charming mane if blonde hair and two great blue eyes which were also charming. Rather quaint, Franz noted as her attire was alien to that of the standard of Austro Hungary. "Oy Vey Franz you ought to dare it." Löwy practically bellowed. Franz widened his eyes in dismay. "Yitzhak I cannot! I am already bound!" Unfortunately for him the very charming attractive girl decided to stalk up to him. "You're Herr Doktor Kafka right? Haha I just love to chew so much. I hate loud noises. I love pacing around my room after dark. I love doing callisthenics. I hate eating meat the texture is so stringy. I love Yiddish theatre and unpasteurised milk. I hate vaccines." Franz found himself helplessly endeared. "Herr fletcher?" He inquired rather hopefully. "Pardon?" "Fletcherism." "Oh! Yes!" An agitation over him as he began to inquire further about her dietary habits when Löwy suddenly and rather violently seized his shoulder. "Franz, I beg of you cease this!" He hissed into his ear "Do not mention your bowels!" Franz felt a surge of ANGER. He tensed and began gently prying Löwys fingers off his coat. "Unhand me Jitzhak!" He snapped. Turning back to the girl, however the tension in Franz’s frame instantly lessened, "Your german is deplorable, where are you from may I ask and what is your name?" The girl smiled charmingly. "My name is Aoife Kavanagh. I'm from Ireland. Also speak about your bowels all you wish. To be quite frank I find that very attractive. Oh acid reflux." Löwy buried his face in his hands, bitterly lamenting in Jargon. It all faded to black. Franz Kafka finds himself disoriented on the top of a crane many hours later. Feeling around him he could see none of his belongings and became rather sullen. "Oh mein gott." He murmured to himself, picking himself up and bringing himself to walk across the girders. HOWEVER because he heard a loud noise and became rather alarmed he slipped off the girder he was on and began bungee jumping. The end. Stay tuned for part 2 in which Walter Benjamin also bungee jumps.
I AM THE NEXT GERSHOM SCHOLEM.
