So strange to read a letter addressed to someone else 75 years ago. A girl writing from boarding school to her friend about going to the theater with her schoolmates, about homework, about wanting to buy a coat but they are so expensive. About missing her and their other girlfriends. And then, at the end, a subtle allusion to Germany and the war… the terror of history like a shadow over the small events from the boarding school.
Her neat handwriting, the golden envelope…
She also mentions sending a photo to her friend, but it is not in the envelope anymore.
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