It is a letter, in good English, from my father’s cousins/aunts Tally and Didi to Margaret Hect (who was living with her son, my father, in Blackburn), written with a borrowed pencil an a begged scrap of paper, on their release from 6 years in concentration camps, and finally Belsen.
We (myself and my brother) discovered it in a drawer whilst clearing out my father’s things after his (and my mother’s) death a couple of years ago.
It is a brief and heartfelt description of the Ghetto in Czechoslovakia, and the march to the camp, a plea for some clothes, and an optimistic account of her plans for return to Czechoslovakia to get a job.
