Dear Mom,
We left in the boat on May 26th: We were scared to death because we could not find Victoire. We haven't had anything to eat for four days. Magarite appeared ill. We huddled together. I forgot my cherished wubby. Would you take it for me, if one day you get there? we are always saddened because we do not know whether Harry managed to take another boat. Anyway we are fine and we are now far away from the bombings. Lot of kissing to you. (mets ton prénom)