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American Export Lines
On Board S.S. Excalibur
Marseilles
13 April 39
Dear Father Freud,
I think anxiously about you now that the ship has started to move and we are cut off from regular news of every kind. I would so like to have travelled via London but then I would have had to give up my journey altogether. It is only now that I am beginning to feel a bit more normal. Not until yesterday and the day before in Genoa did I dare to leave the ship, tended by Michi, who is a real man and a good and faithful son. After an hour and a half in the streets of the quiet town I was quite ready to return. But the severe angst, which cost me so much in self-control and which we and S. attacked in vain, has gone. It has left just one ghost of itself still active within me: anticipatory fear of America. But I have got a fortnight of relaxation ahead of me and I am relying on Neptune, the Poseidon of this ocean, who has been so incredibly kind to us and will, we hope, remain so.
My thoughts turn constantly towards you. Into my book Aufmarsch der Jugend I have put a doctor from Czernowitz, a Dr. Tennenbaum by name, who is passionately concerned with the causes of cancer and with carcinoma as such. He was crippled in both legs in the witch hunt for spies in