Dear, Rudy

                                    

                                          
Rudy, I thought I should write to you first. Because you where the one I saw last, it's been a week since the bombing of Himmel street. I was very very scared, when I saw Ilsa Hermann I was very happy to know that she had lived. I now live with her, I have my own room and all of the books I could ever want. I keep a picture of you, mama, papa and Werner by my bed. Mama and Papa's funeral was very sad, not many people where there. Somehow during the service I managed not to cry. But when I went home to Ilsa's house I sobbed all night, I also held Papa's accordion as I slept. Five days ago there was a knock at the door. When I opened it your dad was standing there, we hugged. He was very upset, if he had sent you to that training camp you would have lived. I was sad too. We talked about you and your sibling and mother all day. He told me how stubborn you where, and how stupid you could be at times. Your funeral was yesterday. There weren't very many people there either, because everyone is gone. At your funeral I cried and cried, so did your dad. You didn't deserve to die. After the funeral instead of going home I went for a walk down by the Amper river. I wadded in up to my neck and yelled as loud as I could. "How about a kiss saumensch?" I laughed at myself, how silly I must have looked. I miss you Rudy, very much. In case you where wondering, the war has ended. Hitler killed himself. The American Allies won. I was so happy. The city has started rebuilding itself, it doesn't look the same. It never will. I have to go, now.
Love you saumensch,
Liesel