Bittere Ernte Page #7

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I owed your father $1,000.

Please take it. Take it.

I loved your wife very much,

but she has gone.

God.

My God.

Why did you leave me?

Leon!

Leon, a letter from America.

It's almost impossible to believe

that the war is over.

I am in New York.

I'm here thanks to you,

and I want you to know that.

I will never forget what

a good man you are

and that you saved our lives

with the money.

I will always tell my

children about that.

I'm here with Mr. Eckart.

His wife was not found.

I suppose she can't be alive.

The war has taken everything

from both of us.

If nothing changes,

we're going to get married next year.

We'll try to start a new

life in a new world.

We bless you. Tuwa Rubin.

The End

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