I must write you, even if I no longer know if you are alive, or even if I am.
We live in a world of absurdity, and the most absurd is that we are apart.
I wish I had not been a coward, and I had joined you on the last train. It seems I am one coward after another. I don't even know what you loved in me.
I wish to God we will meet in the afterlife. Until then, my sweet, my dove,
I am ever
PS Do you ever see my son? Is he well? Why am I asking? No one can send this letter to Germany.
- "Liebchen" is German for "sweetheart"/"dear".