April 2, 1944: “…It’s getting more and more difficult to find clothes.”
My dear Dad,
I’m writing to you hoping that you received all my cards in spite of the problems with the mail.
This week I received your package with the two shirts. I was afraid it might be lost; that would have been a real problem because now it’s getting more and more difficult to find clothes.
Try to find me a can-opener. I don’t have one and it’s impossible to open food cans without that utensil.
I still haven’t heard from Grenoble. Three weeks, one letter.
I’m still fine and winter is finally ending. Is it the last one? I don’t think so.
I’m leaving for now, my dear Dad, and kiss you with all my heart.