Henri to Yvette.

Warsaw 5 June.

My little darling,

It’s a month since I left Palestine and here I am in Europe. As you can see, in Poland. I have been on the road for a month. Egypt, Italy, Austria, Germany, Czechoslovakia and finally Poland. And it is here that I must live, work and try to begin a new life.

Throughout the journey- beautiful and sad and filled with a stifling depression, you were at my side. That might seem to you laughable and petty and all. But que veux-tu that’s how it is. To deny it is not the reality. I would have liked to check, or at least to conceal my sentiments, it is always that which reprend le dessus.  You are there, inside me; alive and wiping out with your beauty everything else. Forgive me Yvette for telling you the truth: I have no one else to whom I can confess the profound reasons for my violent instability.

I crossed the desert of Genlifa, that desert where for the first time I called out what my thumb had told you for so long, and oh la la my little one! What a weird effect that had.  Then I was at Venice and I took a coffee with you, had a long and tender chat with you and I held your hand, caressed and kissed it and it was a balm for my plaintive heart. Then came Milan, mountains again snow covered and I relived my wedding journey. I ask myself, darling, is there any countryside, any river, tree, any sky, any stars and any bit of earth that did not plunge me into the depth of melancholy thoughts. I am very much afraid that it will always be like this.

You see, little one, so many times has the sun gone down since I saw you for the last time and however my real life is that which is inside me, it is that which relies on memories.

So I am now in Poland. In one word: it is a queer experience for m. I cant speak to you of it straight away but it seems to me that it is above all to you that I will talk of it in the future. Tomorrow I begin work.  Responsible, political work and very interesting. I have been above all very well received, for the great scarcity of this country is the man politically certain. The future, on the other hand, looks very good and we all have lots of confidence.

There is no longer a sea between us, darling. That makes me very happy every minute of the day. And I pine; I pine without respite, for the calm and beauty of your soul. Write to me little one, much and often as long as you can and as long as you want to.

Very tenderly,

Your Henri

Henryk Adler
Warszawa-Boernerowo
Ul. P.O.W. No.42
Dom Dabrowszczakow

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Will you send me a lovely little recent photo?