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May 10 1944

Dear Hedda,

I received yesterday a bunch of mail from you after many days of nothing. Quite abnormal, some dated April 12, April 25, April 5, even March 28 - Dear! I sent you yesterday 3 drawings.

I'm sorry for homely, what a shame and ignorance. You know what I wanted to mean. Maybe the word is homey or something which is connected with home. You are pretty.

Today is Wednesday, 10 May and I was thinking of our past 10 Mays. Remember the streets, in your hometown with fresh sand for the parade? And the policemen with whistles and people waiting behind the rope on the sidewalks? And the dog that always crossed the street before the arrival of the king? And then the big dancing horses and the lando' with the queen and the princess. And my Aunts and my mother were discussing for days after, the dress of the queen and how the princess so and so was getting fat and how the old King Ferdinand was embalmed, stuffed with straw, dead for months and put in the landeau for the parade only, with a mechanism that moved his hand and his head for salutes. 

Intermezzo: right now a letter arrived from you, dated April 13 with 3 nice drawings of you impatient near
the mail box. By the way, don't look after ensigns and don't