Letters
4 July, 1940
4 July, 1940
Dear Wilhelm,
What better life? When will there ever be a better life? At least I spoke my mind. At least I know what I believe in. You’re to chicken to speak against the majority. Your to afraid to be different. To afraid to think of the bad things that will happen. Haven’t you ever thought, for just a second, that Hitler may be wrong? That he may fall from power. And yes, our house did get bombed. The bombings were really, really bad.
Lots of love,
Ada
Dear Wilhelm,
What better life? When will there ever be a better life? At least I spoke my mind. At least I know what I believe in. You’re to chicken to speak against the majority. Your to afraid to be different. To afraid to think of the bad things that will happen. Haven’t you ever thought, for just a second, that Hitler may be wrong? That he may fall from power. And yes, our house did get bombed. The bombings were really, really bad.
Lots of love,
Ada