2018م - 1444هـ
The Trial

Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., he

knew he had done nothing wrong but, one morning,

he was arrested. Every day at eight in the morning he was

brought his breakfast by Mrs. Grubach’s cook Mrs. Grubach was his landlady but today she didn’t come. That had

never happened before. K. waited a little while, looked from

his pillow at the old woman who lived opposite and who

was watching him with an inquisitiveness quite unusual

for her, and finally, both hungry and disconcerted, rang the

bell. There was immediately a knock at the door and a man

entered. He had never seen the man in this house before. He

was slim but firmly built, his clothes were black and closefitting, with many folds and pockets, buckles and buttons

and a belt, all of which gave the impression of being very

practical but without making it very clear what they were

actually for.