I read The Metamorphosis when I was 13 or 14, in one night, in one sitting. Maybe even twice in a row, as I sometimes did. The next day, when I got home from school, I found my mother reading it and crying, while I had found it rather funny and disturbing. My mother cried just thinking that I had read THAT. Since then, I've reread it several times. Perhaps every decade. I consider it a kind of essential and modern comic (like Cervantes). As the years go by and events unfold, I find Franz Kafka more relevant, with that humor that is considered Jewish but is nothing more than a very ancient form of humanism… a cosmic despair… Transformation: change. The only one who doesn't change is Gregor Samsa; at most, he gets thinner, but he is the same from the moment he wakes up until the end. Everything around him is transformed. His father, his mother, his little sister. The increasingly threatening outside world that we glimpse through the cracks in doors and windows. With each reading, one becomes aware of something long forgotten, yet always known.