Testimonial

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size

It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully.

lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture

that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered