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when I was separated from the
normal world, and since Friday, September 4th, when I was separated from Maman,
you can't imagine how I've longed to see you and be free, even if it means I
have to die of starvation and cold. I'm writing this small so as not to use up
too much paper because I don't have much. Forgive me. My poor Ada, to think my
whole exam is under water and that we won't be in the same class anymore –
I can't even expect to make up for lost time because it looks as if I'll
probably still be in jail. I can say this to you but don't repeat it: my life
here is a form of hell. We're all thrown together and (I'm going to tell you
something that will make you blush) I'm the only virgin here and the only
political prisoner (!!!) The others are in for theft, prostitution, vagrancy.
Drancy, February 2, 1943 … The life I'm living tempers me and forces
me to manage on my own. Despite a few inconveniences, all will not have been
lost and I will have learned certain things. I'm seeing so many different
people and so many things are happening to me that are so full of emotion that
I would need 1001 nights to tell you everything. You know, I received another
wonderful photograph of Papa. He looks very fine indeed, and now I have the
whole family in the big sack I tote around with me everywhere I go. He still
sends me wonderful packages. Now you won't be able to send me packages. I'm
glad. I was crazy to insist on them when you had Maman and Gilbert to worry
about … Only I won't be able to receive any more letters either. They've
organized a new system. It's just like with prisoners, with a stamped return
card, but please be assured that I expect to be able to keep writing; who
knows, I'll probably write you more than the other way around. All this thanks
to my friend. I haven't told you much about her but not because I have nothing
to say. I love her very much. She's Polish, beautiful but without makeup and
with terrific hair, an iron will. She adores her husband (Bruno, who's really
nice and also funny) and she's lost 8 kilos [about 18 lbs.] because she gives
everything to him. She's really amazing. She's very, very, very intelligent,
with a great sense of justice (she's the assistant to the director of our
dormitory and I feel very flattered to have become her friend. You know, my
darling Nadia, I've finished The Physiology of Instinct and
Intelligence. I read it with Mallina and we both memorized the sections on
the brain, which was a little tricky. It's a terrific book and I'm impatiently
waiting for the second volume. I treasure all your letters and keep them with
my photos and the letters my schoolmates sent me in September … Olga,
Louise's mother, was deported on convoy 62. Louise's sister, Nadia, is active
in preserving the memory of those deported.
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