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Budapest, January 24, 19181
Dear Professor,
You can imagine that I have wracked my brains enough over how I could bring you provisions from here. But my last conversation with Dr. Freund instructed me that it would be downright dangerous—for me and for the cause—to attempt to transport such wares as baggage. The only thing that is possible to do here is the following: I will have that material picked up by the military, then deposit it with Dr. Freund, who will then let it gradually get to Vienna in small portions (five to six kg. each). I concede that this solution is not so brilliant as the one suggested by Fräulein Schwarz, but, on the other hand, it is also less dangerous.
Here everything is quiet again. The Bolsheviki danger has been eliminated for the time being.
I am working on the last third of the Hungarian Interpretation of Dreams by Hollós. He has worked honestly, but he has misunderstood some things and—he understands too little German!
Yesterday a young medical student reported to me as a psychoanalyst with a very good paper for Ignotus's journal. Perhaps the future is beckoning there. His name is Aladár Bálint;2 naturally of our race.
I forgot to mention that, in consideration of the difficulties with the cars in railroad stations, I will probably have to travel without any baggage at all. This argument would have made all others superfluous.
See you again.
Yours,
Ferenczi