Dear Sara!
You can’t imagine how miserable I am. The question is whether we’ll ever see each other again. Thank you ever so much for the 3,000 lei and please, don’t forget me. How happy I would be if, God willing, Dienlick returned home. Write to Abraham. Please, pass on these few lines to Dr. Lola Schafer of Tempelgasse 4 , or to the Jewish hospital and discuss Carl’s [Demission?] with him. Not too much, just a little something for him. Lots of love to all of you, pray hard to the Lord God so that I may see my children again. Lots of love to you. Send me something to eat as soon as you can, we’re starving to death here. Berthel will tell you about it. Regards to the dear Dr.
I’ve sent you a card asking you if perhaps you could do something for Carl. He’s in Zablotov on Av Elle Leib Weiner Zablotov and he’s in a really bad way. Please, maybe you know the name Clamentes Jacobus, perhaps you could write to him. If you could just write to him saying that we’re in Mogilow and in a bad way that no one could possibly imagine and that if we don’t receive help very quickly, we’ll surely perish soon. If I don’t find a way to see Carl then tell him that I’ve written to you from Mogilev. I have no idea where my other son is. Please, if you have any news from Carl, then please notify my sister, there may be something she can do for us. Please, do what you can for Carl. Regards to Pistiner.
I’m forwarding this note to Abraham. My darlings! I can hardly describe our situation to you. We’re slowly dying here. On average, 40–50 people are dying of starvation every day. I don’t know whether we’ll see each other again. Please, please help me if you can by sending me something to eat. I really need something because you can’t buy anything here. If you can, inform Carl’s Mechelem that he’s in Zablotov on [XXX] Elle Leib Weiner Zablotov, maybe he can get in touch with him.
Please, please don’t forget me and if we should not see each other again, then write to Jeli and tell her that I last wrote to you from Mogilow. Her address is Louis Pistiner, 67 Warren Str, Stamford, Com, America de Nord. I feel so weak, write to Carl too – if you can. I can’t write to you any longer because I can no longer see for all my weeping. We’re probably going to starve to death here. I beg you, do something for me, I want to carry on living and I would like to see you, and my children especially, one last time. With this letter, I ask you once again to help me, in any way you can. Maybe Berthel can come or you can send me something to eat. Bread costs 600 lei here and it’s very hard to come by in any case. Regards to you all and I beg you [XXX], because without your help I will surely perish here. Let rabbi Kertes know about Carl.
Dr. Josef Sonnenreich