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May 22 1944

Dear Hedda,

I'm moving again, going back to North Africa. If not else I'll be closer to you a bit. It's hard dear to be so far from you and your letters are more and more inviting. Inviting is the word and I'm now in a dead [[strikethrough]] [?]] [[/strikethrough]] road, I don't know anything about when I'll be back home, things have changed (ad things change so often things may happen any day. That is not clear, what I want to say  is that once in N. Africa I'll try again to push the idea of going home and I'll do a great deal of trying, I want to see you and stay with you even for a while if not possible Couper. 

I received many letters from you these days and the best letters you wrote and the best I ever received you are wonderful and I love you and I'd love you if I'd known you only thru letters

It's 8 o'clock in the morning. I had to pack in a hurry yesterday, I had to trow away all the junk accumulated and I'm sorry. You know I like junk (I wrote you same things before?) I don't know