Grafin Koseritz brought me back in her car and dropped me at Frau
Berg's on her way home. She lives in the Sommerstrasse, next to the
Brandenburger Thor, so she isn't very far from me. She shuddered when
she looked up at Frau Berg's house. It did look very dismal.


_Bedtime_.

I'm so sleepy, precious mother, so sleepy that I must go straight to
bed. I can't hold my head up or my eyes open. I think it's the
weather--it was very hot today. Good night and bless you, my sweetest
mother.

Your own Chris who loves you.




_Berlin, Sunday, June 28th. Evening_.

Beloved little mother,

I didn't write this morning, but went for a whole day into the woods,
because it was such a hot day and I longed to get away from Berlin.
I've been wandering about Potsdam. It is only half an hour away in the
train, and is full of woods and stretches of water, as well as palaces.
Palaces weren't the mood I was in. I wanted to walk and walk, and get
some of the pavement stiffness out of my legs, and when I was tired sit
down under a tree and eat the bread and chocolate I took with me and
stare at the sky through leaves. So I did.