It's dark in every corner. All of us are sick. We have nothing to eat.
To: Kall Joachim Kaufman Dear Brother-in-Law, I’m writing to you in a state of great pain. All of us are sick. I haven’t received any news from Josef. I don’t even know where he went. We have nothing to eat. There’s no yomtov in this house, all we ever do is sit around cry it’s unbearable. It’s dark in every corner, my dear Mother will not survive this. You wouldn’t recognize her. We are very surprised that you didn’t write us. We are very interested in you. We’re sending you our regards, Menia