I used to read books of Franz Kafka a lot, I loved his struggle with his father as I could relate to it. I loved the idea if writing letters in form of liberating myself. But in recent years as I got older and parents became less important.

So the last thing I will ever say about my “father” (and in case he reads it, as even old people can use computers…). I have no memory left of you, I have no picture left from my youth that displays you, I have no gift from you left in my posessings, I will get rid of your last name, You are a lonely old man. Good bye, I don’t care for you.