The Metamorphosis of ‘Doña Justicia’

One morning, Doña Justicia awoke into something unrecognizable. She had a body of files, eyes blindfolded with paper, and her balance was broken. Her voice no longer dictated sentences, only turns. Her walk was slow, bureaucratic. No one recognized her. No one wanted to take care of her. With a free version of Franz Kafka's distressing 1915 novel, this fabula portrait of Doña Justicia is that of a country where the right has been broken, not by …