Dear Sala, I’ve heard only now that you are in a women’s camp and that I can write to you. I read your postcard of 1/1 1. Dear Sala, I understand quite well how you’re missing H. I’m very sorry that my sister longs for Swareberg, but there’s nothing I can do. You write so little about your life and work in the postcard. You’re just asking what is going on with Dawid and your sister. I can tell you that they’re all well and look quite well. That’s a great problem these days and most important, they are working. So, you mustn’t worry about them. I have much to write but, unfortunately... Gucia is in a camp, also in a tailor’s shop. I won’t write about myself, but I’ll write you the next time. I ask you, dear Sala, write to me, too. But I that you can only write every other week. So, I’m asking you to write me and I’ll hand over the postscript for your sister right away. I can’t describe my joy, when you’ll write. Many regards and kisses, Sala [Rabinowicz]