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.

The surroundings here are so beautiful and picturesque that I often have trouble in believing that they are real. It’s like a fairytale. Imagine, darling, a lake surrounded by high mountains covered with green trees and multicoloured flowers. But the green dominates absolutely. It’s a rhapsody in green…

Here it is, darling! We have them this time, the Nazis. It is a great day.

The advance is so rapid that one can scarcely draw breath. We do nothing but march north and the “herrenvolk” in the shape of hundreds and thousand of prisoners of war, dirty, famished, fatigue and fear on their faces do nothing but march south; into barbed wire camps.

Morale is excellent because we know so well that this is the last thrust before the final collapse of fascism. And then – peace. And then again – you, darling.

The war will soon be finished. In west Germany there is no longer a front.

Historically, the fate of the Jewish people is tied by indissoluble ties with the fate of all the oppressed people. And as for all peoples, it is only a socialist regime, which is capable of resolving the problems of the Jewish people. Other ways are reactionary and can only turn the Jewish people away from the right road.

You cannot know, my darling, how much my heart is filled with joy at your presence in France in the heart of your family. It is so important for your future. And it will break definitively your relations with Palestine. That’s important.

Yesterday evening when I returned from work I found my comrades deep in discussion: can we consider our part of Italy liberated or conquered? The discussion was lively, as only Jews know how.