Yvette to Henri.

19 July Vienna

My dear love,

Yesterday I received your letter of the 7^th. The one I so much waited for. It plunged me into a delirious joy and I missed sending you an enormous telegram in reply. Luckily I only had French money! Because I have to look after my little money with the greatest care. And because now I can tell you things in detail.  I will come and see you for certain darling. It is so certain that I can now let myself go and know that I will see you, have you, and embrace you. It’s frightening!

This morning I went to the Polish consulate in Vienna. I was received there with the greatest politeness. I requested a visa for 2 months, from 12 August 1947 and left photos and a filled in questionnaire. I gave my maiden name, which is the one on my passport and with a note adding that I am really Madame Adler. The secretary affirmed that in any case, even if you obtain the visa, this request is indispensable. It will get to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Warsaw in 7 days, which is the same time as this letter. Now it’s up to you to do the day to say necessities.  We will now be together in three weeks from now. As you can well imagine, that poses some little problems. Not least is financial. I must send Helene 8000 schillings a month for her and Ouri. I have done it for July. But to do it for August and September I must still work, save here and eventually try to get a loan from Jacqueline. That’s not counting the price of the journey to Warsaw. If it were possible it would be cheaper for me to get a military pass for the journey. You can investigate that. In any case, I will arrive in Warsaw without a sou in my pocket. It is again you who must pick up the bill, my darling.

Whatever we decide, I must be back in France by mid September at the latest. I have promised Ouri and Helene. I must keep my promises.

There you have, first of all, Henri darling, the inconveniences. It’s for you to decide and I well know what you will decide. You will send me a telegram as soon as they give me the visa and you will say:

“Visa on the way. I’m waiting for you. Kisses.” You see, it’s as if I already had it in my hand. As soon as I know the day of my arrival I will write to you, or telegraph.

Tell me darling, I am quite intimidated to know that you are such an important gentleman. I wrote, laughing, in one of my letters that you should become Ambassador in France. And now that you already have a responsible position, I won’t laugh any more.  You know, darling, I won’t honor you. Poor you, oh my little one, honor or no honor, I want to have you in my arms. I want to embrace you. I want to gaze at you. Do you know, darling, how happy I am? It’s mad. […] I am already counting the days. Yesterday it was 25. Today no more than 24. Something quite marvelous about that. I will see you then in your house. I would love to know that you will meet me at the train. I will see you first. I am sure of it. […] Try to arrange it that there is no one you know at the station so that I can fling myself around your neck without shocking and embarrassing you. And then you can lead me wherever you want, how you want. I am very sorry that I don’t speak any Polish. I will make a real fool of myself in this great strange city. I will follow you step by step. Hand in hand. And my God! What happiness to see you! […]. It is marvelous to be your wife. You, poor darling, can’t know how marvelous that is. You can’t be your wife. […] We will talk, listening to each other’s loved voice, and we will be tender and happy. I know it…I waver between two desires: that of straight away making a baby, even though I have to leave you for time afterwards and of waiting till our ultimate reunion and together share the little one. I feel very much that the first will be the stronger! We will see together. […] A bientot, darling.

Your Yvette.