This is an 8 page letter, but all we get is one page in English, page 5. We will get the rest translated soon.
March 16, 1932
I have gotten a hold of myself, and answered him a long letter. Told him repeatedly that there are no hopes of me returning to Sol, not alive anyway, and I meant it beloved, I shall make an end rather than go back.
The way Don writes, I believe that Sol will not sign the papers. Oh what shall I do? It seems dear soul that our cup has not yet filled with sorrow. If only I had you near me now, not to cry for you, I can’t cry anymore, but just hold your hand which gives me so much courage, to feel your strong arms around me, which gives me strength. Oh my Pinchas, when shall I be able to hold up my head with a light heart. When dearest?