“I can well imagine someone who comes upon this book and from that moment on, changes his life and becomes a different person.” — Max Brod in März, February 15, 1913.
No matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake off a sense of impending doom. Life is an exercise in futility, I felt. My father, my pillar of strength, my refuge from the big, bad world outside, had fallen prey to the degenerative and incurable disease, Alzheimer’s.