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