My dearest Else! It is 6 a.m. everybody is still asleep, only the servants are already busy. I have just finished a hard job, having mended a couple of torn buttonholes in a shirt. I do not feel like reading or working, so I'll quickly write a good-morning letter to my treasure. At your end it is only 11.30 at night; you will still be sleeping! Again I am in the grip of a frightening anxiety! How long yet? I fear now that it will still be at least a year before we are released. A whole, hard, long year, 365 dark, lost days! And I love you so, love you so awfully and I long for you - I can't tell you how much! My little mouse, one has to be very strong to bear that. Only the hope that we shall be happy again can help me. If you remain healthy for me, then sunshine will come, joy and happiness! But before this happiness hard times still await us and only the thoughts of you and our children keep me going.
Bye darling, God protect you!