A letter

The letter from Halina Altman to Emilia Ratz on six pages. The beginning of the letter dedicated to Lucyna Herc (Hertz), who died on 22 October 1944 in a hospital in Otwock (about her see https://kpbc.umk.pl/Content/182561/Hertz_Lucyna_770_WSK.pdf, accessed 10.10.2021): How strange it is when I receive a letter in which you ask about Lusia's health. You probably received all those letters from me, where I wrote you about her death. One I sent immediately after the funeral, later I also wrote several times. As many times as I remember Lusia, I feel immeasurably sad. It is not the most terrible thing that she died. The terrible thing is that so many beautiful things she would have done will never be done again. (Information about letters sent indicates that all correspondence did not reach the Ratzes). From further content: You know, Mil, in the army a person changes a lot, dulls a little - one could say - the mind and heart in certain branches die, fall asleep. This is a fact that I have noticed on myself. Sometimes I realise this, but I do not want to fight against it. At the moment I'm fine with it, and what will happen tomorrow - we'll see. As an attachment, she sent (the attachment has not survived) a poem by Stanisław Lec in honour of Lucyna Herc (Hertz).