New York the 17th Day
Beloved Bronia, I got the card from you
for which I thank you. I am, thank God, healthy, which I also wish for you. And
from the country I don’t have, and not in the least, any news and I don’t know
if we will see our parents anymore because if it’s all true what the newspaper
writes then may the Lord God protect [us]. Even my bank, I myself don’t know if
the will be paying out or not, because they’re already closed. But everyone
says that they’re paying out all the money to the penny and on top of that,
there’s interest. Good bye, Broninia