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Aug 20 1944

Dear Hedda Today I had 3 letters from you the latest dated Aug. 5 and they are all 3 very nice & warm and good and am I anxious to [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [/strikethrough]] use the reserve of tenderness you say you have for me. Dear I'm more and more impatient to see you and every day is a long heavy day because I detach myself - mentaly at least - from the war and the  unreal routine, being I in a state of expectation of papers being made for me to go home.

Life here smells like end of the war in sight but my impression isn that it'll take yet sometime. It's very pleasant anyway to read the newspapers these days.

Today was a warm warm Sunday and I took of the whole morning, paid a visit to the city and walked a lot. Then I had lunch in the house  of a sort of old friend of mine I used to know and see him years ago