Lodz, November 1923 Devoted and beloved one, Pay careful attention to what I write and you will see how insanely everything is written... This is all because I have no home, no place to rest my head from the difficult work. On top of that, they spy on me and monitor every step I take. Well? I ask you, doesn't such a life become disgusting? Devoted Shloymele, I beg you to take an interest in your uncle's circumstances...and as far as possible to extricate me from prison... Even though I know that you are already thinking about a solution for me, and perhaps you don't have the means to accomplish it, I am forced to stretch out my hand to you for help to rent an apartment. If I have an apartment of my own, not with "them," then I will be able to manage everything else... So, devoted Shloymele, don't be angry because I am already writing for money again. But, but, give me the solution as to how I can save the last few years that remain for me to live in this world, and I don't want my children to fall victim to an evil culture, chas v'cholilah... I am sending you a different address to which you can write quite openly because the postman knows me very well already and Hertzke, my brother-in-law, lives at the address. In any event, you can write and ship to all the addresses in Opoczno which I have given you . Mr. W. Lewkowicz c/o Mr. H. Rotberg Piotrkowska 197 Lodz Dear and devoted Sol, recently many things have taken place among us partners, but, but...I can't relate it to you now...for a variety of reasons... I will only write to you that it dealt with very unpleasant things, e.g., if the borders were as open today as they were eight to ten years ago, I would long ago have crossed over the River Jordan; I would have left a "reminder" for my in-laws...so that they would remember me all their lives, but since I am a family man with three children and am also a little cautious and don't do anything rash or without thinking it through, I decided to wait for an answer from you as to everything that has happened to me recently. I also write, dear Sol, that recently my home has turned into a Hell. I have no home to come to because all that can be heard are curses and spitefulness. The mother-in-law and her only daughter curse each other day and night. And who is the scapegoat more than I?... I beg you, Shloymele to be careful in a letter. Write to my address as little as possible. Also, don't send anything to my address. Only write or send something to the two (sic) addresses that I have given you here or to Lazer's address in Opoczno... Many regards to you from me, your uncle, who hopes for your good fortune. Wolf Lewkowicz All material Copyright 1995 by Marshall L. Zissman and Sol J. Zissman.