Yvette to Henri.

22 July Vienna

My good darling,

I still have in my bag a letter I wrote last night that I haven’t yet posted. And here I am writing again! I would very much like it if you too wrote often. You letters give me great joy. I am counting the days as they crawl along.  And I sense that you are counting them too. Twenty now. It’s only a little time, twenty days. I’ve just had letters from Jacqueline and Helene. Jacqueline doesn’t know that I’ve decided to go to Warsaw, but she knows you and I have found each other again and she urges me to go and see you. She’s a darling, that girl! Helene doesn’t mention you. She talks of Ouri, how he has grown. She also tells me she is not well at the moment. That worries me. If she falls ill, I will obviously have to return to Belmont straight away. I await impatiently more news from her. Don’t worry yourself yet, darling.

[….] I try to imagine Ouri and me with you. That poor kid uprooted again. I imagine Helene alone at Belmont with grandmother. And all that depresses me. And then I also imagine other solutions with you leaving that work which is dear to you and which you well deserve. Moreover I know that you will not leave it. Finally we will try to overcome these difficulties together. I hope we manage to do it. […]

Nighttime. I don’t know what interrupted me this afternoon. […] Tomorrow afternoon I will be free and I can go and see about the journey. I must go to “Cooks” to have a change of paying for my ticket in schillings. And unhappily that is a very slim chance. If I must pay in dollars or Swiss francs it will be catastrophic. Those two currencies are so dear that I fear I won’t be rich enough.  As for the return to France from Warsaw, I rest entirely on you, darling.  I have already mentioned that in earlier letters. It is over the top to talk so much about money, but I think of nothing else!  So I will stop.

Those letters from the fafa (family) plunged me right back into the love of the countryside, which is always latent in me. I want fields and woods. […]

Your Yvette

I’ve just been to Cook before posting this letter.  The ticket costs 315 schillings (if I manage to pay in schillings) or from 50 schillings to 2475 if I have to pay in francs. […] If everything goes according to plan I can leave here on the 14^th at night and arrive in Prague at 10 o’clock on the 15^th, then on the 16^th at 6.30 am in Warsaw. Forgive the delay of 2 days but I can’t do anything else, for reasons outside of my control. I will send you the definite date by telegram.