Yvette to Henri.

7 July Vienna.

Good evening my darling, how are you this evening? Have you spent the evening as I have doing many different things? I have been present at a long and instructive discussion and I had to listen with the greatest attention. Despite that I couldn’t stop the joyous laughter in my heart as I repeated the few words of your second telegram that had come around 5 o’clock. “Good day darling. I love you. Kisses. Henri” During the hours of talk about immigration, all I heard in my heart was your voice, and I waited impatiently for the end so that I could write to you and be alone with you. Tranquil and happy. That’s what I was waiting for, these few words; that I am your darling and that you love me. And after having heard them without seeing them, I now have them in my hand. You must then have received at least one of my letters from here. Speedily, speedily I hope that the postman will bring me a long letter filled with your joy, equal to mine.[…] I have plenty of work today and you know my love that because of you I have made me some blunders. We are taking blood samples from prospective immigrants, and I am doing it. There was a bloke in front of me, a tie around his arm, a needle in his arm from which flowed gently the red liquid into a little tube. I was so plunged into my dreams, with you, that I didn’t notice that the tube was full.[…..] The madness and the running are finished. Hallelujah sings in my heart: I love you.[…] I feel light and free, I love you. You love me…

Your Yvette.

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