July 7 1944
My dear beloved child,
I take with me your last image.
"Make her be quiet! She's mad! Shut her up!"
Her little boy stroked her hand.
They even struck her, tied her up and gagged her.
Her little boy was holding her hand.
PLEASE. I would have liked to be by
He knew my weak point. my father
I was thinking of
What shall we do?
He did not answer.
What shall we do, father?
He was silent.
Well, what shall we do, father?
my father wept
- Your Father