I am like an enraged one. I can’t find my place. I’ve had more than enough of this place. No more camaraderie, no more society. Each man thinks of himself, of his discharge, each is enclosed in his own dreams, fears and unhappiness.

I can’t see a child pass in the street without my heart breaking. And if I want a child so much it’s because I want you to be pregnant. I want you to be a mother because of me.

I can no longer live without you. I want to return as soon as possible. Because next year I want to have a child. And I want to begin my life, that’s to say with you, to live with you

20 September 1945 Belmont, France <<Translation incomplete. Saying she has already written 2 weeks ago from here, no reply. So… Read more Letter 1945.21 – 20 September. Yvette (Belmont, France) to Henri

<<two letters from Zouzou to Henri undated. translation incomplete>>

Soon we will see each other, darling. I am, deep down, a little afraid of our meeting. I fear the triumph of my intelligence. Yvette, my darling little wife, why didn’t you tell me in your last letter that you love me?

Yvette my love, you are silent, without doubt there are reasons. And very powerful reasons. So powerful that even you cannot express them. I feel badly for you, more than for myself.

Oh darling, how long they are now, the hours and the minutes! Now wearing this army uniform is only time lost. For everyone. And for me above all. For I have you, without having you.

Everyone has gone to the ball. To dance. So I am here alone.

The other day two boys came down from the Alps, two French prisoners of war of the Germans since 1940. They got out of the concentration camp in Central Germany just a month before the end of the war. They travelled a million kilometres by foot across Germany, Austria and the Italian Alps.