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Haifa, Mt. Carmel, House Dr. Moses
8. 6. 36
Dear Father Freud,
I hope the internal and external upheavals will be slowly settling down again now and allowing you to slip back gradually into your normal way of life, of which Dr. Eitingon gave me such good reports before he left for Vienna.
Unfortunately I have not had a talk with him since he got back, but from Dr. S. I have learnt the main thing, namely that you have come safely through it all. I myself had got ready a few manuscripts for you which I thought you might like: a short play about the prophet Jonah, a somewhat longer one about the farmhand Jockel, who was asked to go and cut the oats, and finally a little anthology of verse parodies, dating from 1914 with an introduction on how they came to be written. I could not give the manuscripts to anyone to bring you and my paralysed condition after my rest-cure made concentrated work impossible for me. And I also did not want to send them by post, because at the moment I have not much confidence in our postal system. When things are unsettled, manuscripts tend to rouse suspicion, and once this happens, they easily get lost. But since things do not seem to be getting any better here, rather the opposite, I am sending off the little anthology of poems as Noah sent off the dove, with the intention of continuing if the first one arrives safely. May it and the insight it affords give you pleasure.
Meantime I have not been idle in my investigations on behalf of Moses. A young historian of Judaism, who lives near us on Mt. Carmel, has promised to look up a series of references made by earlier writers who were of the opinion