Sunday 20:
Nothing. I still could not go out. On one hand I wish I could be with you, on the other hand no. If only I knew where you are. What is happening to you? And dad, his health.
Sunday 20:
Nothing. I still could not go out. On one hand I wish I could be with you, on the other hand no. If only I knew where you are. What is happening to you? And dad, his health.
Monday:21:
I am sad and weary. During rest hour Mrs. Cavailhon called me. She received a letter asking whether she wanted to send some children to a very nice school in Haute-Loire at an elevation of 1,000 meters. She selected me and another boy. I’ll be able to go there but she is afraid that perhaps I won’t be safe there (gendarmes). – Ah what a life?… I’m still hoping. I got a postcard from Lesa. If only I could go to this school. I would be very happy. I’ll work hard to please you. Lesa is in Portugal. Those who were left behind in France will join him on the 30th in Portugal.