Note to Pauline
No envelope extant
May 1, 1918
A kiss from me from the island of Bessarabia. We cannot or may not tell anything about our lives or learn about anybody else. It is not how I want to live. We are healthy and well. You know from the newspapers that Bessarabia is a part of Romania. Everything is safe in our city. Everything is expensive, though. Greetings to everybody you see. Forgive me. I can’t write more. Many kisses. Yours, Tsillie
As soon as you get the opportunity, please write to me. Many times I kiss you. I don’t know where you’ll be receiving this letter from.