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Kafka, Franz

Born: 1883 AD
Died: 1924 AD, at 40 years of age.

Nationality: German
Categories: Novelists


1883 - Born into a middle class, German speaking Jewish family in Prague, on the 3rd of July.

1889-1893 - He attended the Deutsche Knabenschule, the boys' elementary school at the Fleischmarkt, the street now known as Masná Street in Prague.

1901 - He completed his Matura exams.

1906 - Kafka obtained the degree of Doctor of Law on the 18th of June and performed an obligatory year of unpaid service as law clerk for the civil and criminal courts.

1907 - On the 1st of November, he was hired at the Assicurazioni Generali, a huge Italian insurance company, where he worked for nearly a year.

1912 - He received a medal for this invention because it reduced Bohemian steel mill deaths to fewer than 25 per thousand employees.

         - At the home of his lifelong friend Max Brod, Kafka met Felice Bauer, who lived in Berlin and worked as a representative for a dictaphone company.

1917 - Kafka began to suffer from tuberculosis, which would require frequent convalescence during which he was supported by his family, most notably his sister Ottla.

1920 - He developed an intense relationship with Czech journalist and writer Milena Jesenská.

1923 - He briefly moved to Berlin in the hope of distancing himself from his family's influence to concentrate on his writing. In Berlin, he lived with Dora Diamant, a 25-year-old kindergarten teacher from an orthodox Jewish family, who was independent enough to have escaped her past in the ghetto.

1924 - Died on the 3rd of June in Kierling, Vienna, Austria.


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