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11 a.m. Vain effort to sleep.
The excitement has begun. My nerves
are not equal to the task before them:
to decide what to do and to do the
right thing. Papa writes I should
come straight on to Gray, Oscar
left for a vacation trip and I will
not see him at all; I want to go to
Greece, Mr. Rubens wants to see me
in Munich and Berlin.

For the present I decided to
go to Vienna forthwith and brought [strikethrough]with [/strikethrough]
myself with what little strength I
had left to Cooks Agency and got
my ticket. The letter at the Credit
Lyormain rather mised me up. Papa
is still afraid about military matters
and cautions me not go to a Hotel
but to stay with Heinrich. Holy
Caesar, if I am not safe and
pardoned O.K in Austria then
I shouldn't go there at all. My common
sense tells me that I am safe to
go, but its annoying to have these
doubts brought up when you are all
upset from travel and lack of sleep.

Mizi, it's no good to travel
without you. I want you very much
now.