Dear lady, it is a whole year since I have seen a living child … The woman and I cry together. She gives me food, and, seeing that I am soaked through, she gives me a shirt of her husband’s to put on. She mentions that it is her husband’s last shirt. I see that these people want to help me. Weeping, the woman says to me—I would very much like to help you, but I am afraid of my neighbours. After all, I have a small child …
