Yvette to Henri.

3 July Vienna

…I am counting the days. Is it possible that my letter hasn’t arrived today? If there were no censorship, or at least a pleasant little quick censorship, that would be very possible. And I am forgetting all the secrets of Polish censorship. So I must be patient. But would you believe that this waiting is good for me? Usually waiting is only painful, annoying and often miserable but this waiting makes me joyous and gay. I sing and laugh all day. These days we have practically nothing to do…[…] The offices here are vast, with very big rooms and I stroll from one room to the other, singing all day […] I have just been to do the typing for the inspector of security; our two secretaries being incapable of understanding German. Yes, sir, you can laugh again.  […] I tell you all this to show that I am in an excellent humour. Besides, there may be a letter from you this evening. I think about that fifty, a hundred times during the day and it makes me as happy as a kid…[and more of the same] God, how I would like to have you. I would not let you do anything, if you were here today. I would swear, to hell with your work, the friends. I would take you entirely to myself, egotistically. Nothing for the rest. Not a smile, not a second, not a thought.[….]

Your Yvette.