Franz Kafka

Someone must have been telling lies about you, because one fine morning, you wake up to find yourself in a new village, in a different country, and after remembering your unsettling dreams, you find yourself thinking of modest crow of a man with an enigmatic smile.
Welcome to the place that will help you sort out your little mess.
On your left is an endless hallway, on your right is an endless roadway, in front of you is a brick wall. Feel free to pick among the details as you please, everyone else does. But remember, “Das Schloss” means both the Castle and the Lock, and the keys are never quite as simple as they seem.