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Vienna IX, Berggasse 19
April 19, 1938
Dear Brother
Your seventy-second birthday finds us on the verge of separating1 after long years of living together. I hope it is not going to be a separation forever, but the future—always uncertain—is at the moment especially difficult to foresee.
I would like you to take over the good cigars which have been accumulating with me over the years, as you can still indulge in such pleasure, I no longer.
The rest—you will know what I mean—is silence.
Affectionately as ever
Your
Sigm.
Freud was awaiting his emigration.