Yvette to Henri.

4 July

This morning, my darling, I have received a Czech visa… Towards the middle of the week I will be able to ask for permission from the Soviet Military which takes two days and then I can come to Czechoslovakia. I now only have to find out about the trains, to find out how long it will take and if I can go there and back in two or three days.[…..]  Tell me in your next letter darling what you think of the possibility of meeting in Czechoslovakia. Is it possible for you? This morning in the Czech consulate I had a very funny dream. I would arrive in Warsaw and I would put a letter in the post to tell you that I was there. Then I would sit down on a seat, in a garden and I would wait for you to come and collect me there. Then I saw the Westbahnhof of Vienna and I jumped on a train to go back into the centre. I like well enough walking the streets here. The sensation of not meeting anyone that I know of seeing only faces totally indifferent. It is almost restful, you see darling.  One is nowhere so alone as in a great city. But I would enjoy solitude better in the woods or the mountains. [Love, love love.]. Your love is victorious and covers me entirely. That gives me great joy, the greatest joy, Do you remember, y darling, that you wrote to me in your letter of March, the last from Palestine that the greatest regret was not to have had a child together? When I read that, I felt tears run into my stomach and I wanted to write to you immediately. I did write several days later. I will explain to you why, when we are s close to each other that I can murmur right into your ear, between kisses. We have years ahead of us, darling. You will say that you are old!  Go along with you and your stupidities. We have the time to have at least ten children, and you call yourself old![…and so on and so on ] We are young, darling. It is good that you are my love. It is so good. Goodnight Henri. Goodnight my love […] I embrace you madly, passionately, tender, tenderly.

Your Yvette.