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July 1st 1944

Dearest, I don't have any mail from you ever since I left Algiers, I hope you wrote me regularly. I've been a dog and I didn't write you every day as I promised you but it's always the same when I change place, travelling I had a hell of a time and I was really tired and dirty when I arrived. I saw more destruction and poor people than ever in my life. One of the most pitiful things was to see burned or still burning palm trees, it's an extraordinary [[strikethrough]]impressive[[/strikethrough]], tragic thing. Entire cities completely forever destroyed and still people around looking for things and living in what little is left out of the walls, bewildered and hungry A German tank exploded in the middle of a piazza and ran into a monument, the usual horseback Garibaldi or somebody you'll find always in the piazza of an Italian town. Too bad I didn't have a camera, the sight of the mixture of tank and sculpture in marble was quite a sight. I'm temporarily staying in