Yvette to Henri.

6 July

Good morning, darling, how are you? What are you doing today?

[Another seven pages of closely written passion. How I love you, need you, want you, think of you, motherhood, Ouri, how I love him and miss him] Torn between north and west. I remember a rent like this. It was in January 1944. I had just been posted to Italy and I was ready to go when I was called to Tel Aviv for Ouri. I still feel the burning hour it was, the tearing in my heart, the same heart crying for Ouri and Henri. Now you know that Ouri is called Henri. It was found – and he was first- more normal to give him a French name. But at home he has lots of other names. Grand mother and the children call him Henri. Jacqueline, my uncle and I call him Zou Zou and also Kiki the crook, so does Helene. But when I think of him, when I talk of him, deep down he is Ouri. The name he has always had for me.  So, despite the variations, I have now two Henris, the large and the small. As you see, darling, you are getting nearer and nearer.[….] I await impatiently your letter.

Your Yvette.