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Sanary (Var)
25. 8. 38
Dear Father Freud,
I landed in Marseilles yesterday and radiantly happy I proclaim myself once more a European. In the Strait of Messina two journalists and I invested in a bottle of champagne to drink the health of the old Europe, to cry ‘abasso!’ and ‘a morte!’ to the dictators and at the same time to think of you: Thank God that you are out of it all. Now I must visit some friends here, meet various literary figures in the shape of Werfel, Ludwig Marcuse1 and Schickele2 and goodness knows who else. And at the beginning of the week I hasten on to Paris, spend three days there and then I shall be with you. I hope you are as well as last year. This time my throat is making only modest protests. At least I shall be able to talk with you. I think of spending three weeks in London and of opening up many practical projects if I