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Carmel
1 Sept. 35
My dear Father Freud,
It is nothing but great tiredness after my work is done that has kept me from sending you more of my ever more illegible handwriting. It is sad not to have heard anything from you but I try to put a good interpretation on it. One of these days now my novel will be reaching you. I have reminded Amsterdam innumerable times. And then I will hear what your impression is.
Meanwhile I have been going through various crises. Firstly, I have established quite calmly that I do not belong here. After twenty years of Zionism this is naturally hard to believe. It is not that I personally am disappointed, for we