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Mt. Carmel, Haifa, House Dr. Moses
5 Aug. 1938
Dear Father Freud,
The gods have given their sign: an unexpected cheque has arrived—from Russia, no further word as yet; and on the 18th I set off on the André Lebon for Marseilles and at the beginning of September I shall be with you and yours. Thank God.
Everything else can be arranged later. I have held back the copy of my new book. I wanted to write something in it specially for you and then get it sent off from Amsterdam. They sent me only two and a half copies here, and one I needed for the Spanish Relief Fund in Denmark and the half-copy (sheets, unbound) for corrections, misprints. But it has only been out a few days.
I hope you are not all suffering from the heat. Here on the mountain it is always bearable but humid, everything gets mouldy. Books on shelves have to be put out and aired in the sunlight, just like beds.
On the balcony next door a Jewish child is singing so out of tune that I had to stop writing because it was getting on my nerves like a gnat. He is singing the lechwod schabat song in honour of the Sabbath that is just starting. Then I remembered that in Berlin and Vienna and elsewhere Jewish children cannot sing any more, and so I refused to be put out. Tonight my Michi is going on guard duty, taking my little car with him. It is more a precautionary measure than anything else. Dita said to me just now: ‘Time