Dvr H.Adler
PAL/30765
650 Gen Trpt Coy.
R.A.S.C.
M.E.F

December 1942

My dear little one,

I have often said, darling, that I will change my manner of writing.  Basically, to be consistent I ought to start with these words: “I have just arrived; I am alive and healthy; I am thinking of you always; I love you; I love you as you know and feel”. After that, I would have to add your name followed by a large exclamation point, some pathetic dots and that would have fully sufficed to show you my heart which is entirely yours, my little adored Yvette, my dear Madame Adler.

That’s truly how it is. I have racked my brain but no matter how hard I try I find that it’s only these few words that can reflect my feelings for y ou. All my efforts to tell you more only lessen and distort the beautiful reality.

Yvette darling, I have never been as happy and  blissful as I am now. And that began on the train from Cairo to my camp. Or more exactly still, on the footpath where I saw you through the tramway window. A magnificent and happy certainty suddenly illuminated by spirit and soul and it was as if we two were made for each other, that we two are the sublime reflection of divine harmony found only in nature.

And since that moment, the crowd on the street, the horses, the cabs and the taxis, the street lamps and higher still the stars, the wheels of the train and the trees in the fields, the sand and the asphalt and my heart and my body could only sing, whistle, feel your, our, Beethoven Concerto.  Oh darling!, listen to that music, listen with your heart and you will feel how much I love you. That simple melody, so profoundly harmonises with your clear? Face.