Yvette to Henri.

27 June 47 Vienna.

Henry darling.

Jacqueline has just written to say that a letter has arrived from you and she has sent it on. This letter, she says, comes from Poland. Reading that, I felt an enormous wave of joy rise and lift me up. It was about one o’clock. Since then the wave has not left me and I feel the effects of it in my heart. I feel y ou close now, very close. The greatest step is taken; crossing the sea… Now there is nothing more than ground, more than one country between us, Czechslovakia. It is a long time since I have been so happy…I can easily get a visa for a few days for Prague, but you daring, where are you? To what end have you left for Poland? What are you doing? Will you stay there permanently? I want you to take me in your arms, tenderly, strongly. And I want children to be born. Do you want it too, Henri? I took a pencil and I work out the kilometres. Vienna where I am is 372 kilometres from Sosnowiec and 423 from Cracow. If I were not restrained here with a certain dose of compunction I would begin to waltz all alone while singing “Darling, there are not more than 379 kilometres between us and the desire to meet again for ever!”  My God, my friend, write to me quickly, say to me “Pousinette, my friend, my little one I am here, I am working!”

See you soon, darling, Very soon. I kiss you with all my love,

Your Yvette.