Yvette to Henri.

31 July

In thirteen days I will be leaving for your place darling. I will be at the station and will take off for the last, big stage. I count the days. Soon my two hands will be enough and, little by little, I will finish my fingers and there will be nothing left but the hours on the train. Then nothing more. I will kiss you, I will embrace you, and I will hear you. I will say:”Hello darling, Hello my love”[lines of love]

I telephoned the consulate. I wanted to know that the visa has already arrived. I spoke English with one of the secretaries who was the only one I could get to understand me. But his English with its Polish accent sounded so bizarre on the telephone that I hesitated a little. I must go there tomorrow morning in any case, so I will know then if all is well.  If all the papers are in order I will telegraph you to set you at ease. […]

I love you. I want you. I embrace you.

Your Yvette.