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                            August 2, 1943-

Dear Hedda,

No mail yet from you- The mail service is [[strikethrough]] ku [[/strikethrough]] quite primitive here. I'm still allright, lots of rest and sleep and sometimes I'm sorry to let go such good and long time without making any drawings for the magazines in New York- They'll forget about me little by little but I really don't feel like making drawings and I have not ideas at all. Maybe later I'll be able to send something, I have the O.K. from the Commanding officer anyway but I have to be in a special mood in order to make drawings for The New Yorker and the atmosphere here is quite different from anything sophisticated or anyway respectable the way the new yorker is.

The weather is better, we had a beautiful storm and rain and lots of lightnings so now is all mud around and not so hot.