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Carmel, Haifa
2. iv. 34
Dear Father Freud,
When your kind card of enquiry arrived I was just about to get myself photographed, so that I could at last send you a decent picture of myself. For a moment I was afraid that my letter and the proof sheets of Bilanz which I had sent off previously had not reached you. Then I remembered Time and Space, which are usually the province of our good fellow warrior Einstein, and I plucked up hope again. This letter, if I send it by air, will reach you in less than a week (fortunately one never takes into account all that can happen in a week). The photo may perhaps take longer, if the plane does not accept large packets as business or ordinary letters. So should this letter arrive by itself, it is just an advance guard.
My' work has got off to a good start, and the splenetic nature I am developing, which will enable me to be as unjust as I like to all the accursed interruptions which have beset me since last March, will stand the book in good stead. It will be a faithful picture of human nature that I'm planning, not without humour in the situation, and as I see wherever I look the hated face of the Triumvirate Hi-Goe-Goe,1 and also showing through some of my own characters, the Nazis and the spineless Germans in the army will not come off too well, as you can imagine. The most difficult thing to do was to bring the vital elements of fate into this