23./7 [July 23, 1942]
This is the sixth time that I've written you, and I still haven't received any answer. What's going on with you? By now, of course, you know everything that I've been through, but just think: now I'm together with A. every day.1 He's really a great guy, and I'm very happy that I have him here. Enclosed, we're sending along a permit stamp for military postal parcels. 1 kg. Please send A. soap, he really needs it badly, and I urgently need stockings and a nightgown. You need to get the parcel ready right away, please, so that the stamp doesn't expire. I can't describe to you how I'm doing because I never suspected that one can actually survive with such profound pain. The longing for all of you, my dear ones, tortures me to no end, and to this day I still can't conceive of living without my beloved Erich. I simply don't comprehend it, and I always think (I sit in the dark at the window for half the night) that I just have to find him or something of him in nature, but...! Are you well? Dearest Mama and Papa, you've never been so close to me as you are now in my immeasurable grief. I think about you so much! [...] I want you all to write us, please, especially you, dearest Mama, and my dear Papa. Adolf would like to hear all your news, too. We talk a great deal about home. He's interested in everything. [...] Do send me pictures of Erich and yourselves, please. Dearest Papa, I hope your leg is alright again, I'm so worried about you and above all about Mama. I think about you so much, Papa, because Erich had such a close resemblance to you. When A. goes on leave in September, he'll definitely come to see you. He'll be traveling through Berlin anyway. He'll certainly have some stories for you! [...]