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July 6 1944 Dear Hedda, I've been again on the move in the last days and I didn't have any chance to send you a letter. Now somebody is going back and will take this letter to the Post Office. I'm fine and sort of comfortable compared to what's around. I saw so much destruction in the last few days will last me for a long time - nervous women will trow a plate on the floor and they'll feel better after. I hope the world will fell better after all the broken houses, blown up bridges, torn rails, big skeletons of burned tanks with the smell of dead soldiers all around I don't know how soon I'll be able to write you again. I didn't get mail from you for a long time now. But I think you all the time and you are as you know my wife and my connection with the future. That means a lot dear because no matter how sad or in bad spots I am there's one thing that keeps me up, you dear - I'm staying now - since yesterday,