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LETTERS TO GALATEA
The eczema - Intial contacts with German communists
IX Wien, Alserstr. 26 I 7 Juni
Cherie,
The great joy of receiving your letters while abroad has begun again for me. You can't imagine how I felt when I received today's letter, the first one! God what joy! You made all sadness vanish. I was lying on a chaise-longue, my face covered in bandages, and I was holding a rubbber ice pack to my forehead. This because the eczema has gone from my lips and chin and moved up to around my eyes and forehead. I haven't been out for weeks, and it was only the day before yesterday, when I thought I had got over it, that I went to the lecture by the famous theosophist Steiner (the big theosophists' conference is on in Vienna at the moment). But when I got back home my eyes had swollen up and I called the doctor - he said it was nothing, but that ice, peace and quiet etc. are called for.
Your letter gave me great joy in my illness. Nobody here looks after me, I do my bandages on my own (you can imagine how clumsily), day and night I get up on my own and put new ointment on etc.. But I don't get irritated, I am just waiting calmly for this minor trial to end and in the meantime I am reading what I can. I have found a person to put me in touch with the Communists; they replied that they would have to test me out first, so their secretary is coming to have a talk. I hope to see the [Communist] overthrow of power here soon.You cannot possibly imagine what tension the horrifying situation has reached. Hunger and vice side by side with people rotten to the core, who have gathered here from the four corners of the earth and are living it up with unimaginable cynicsm. A great deal going on on the music scene, dances, art exhibitions, shoulder to shoulder with political rallies, young boys and girls who work in factories - a couple of days ago they passed under my window singing the Internationale.
There is a great deal going on in Bulgaria. I am sending you a newspaper cutting for Mrs Lada to translate to you. Only we in Greece are a race worn out, yet will be dragged limping into the great dance. It seems that Lenin is dying; Trotsky, who will succeed him, is really brutal. He'll break people's heads open to get redemption into them
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11th June - [...]
Life here is getting more and more brutal. In two days everything has doubled in price, because the Crown has taken a nosedive. When I came here the English Pound was worth 41 000 Crowns, now it's worth 72 000. And it's going up and up. They have minted 300 billion new Crowns, so you can imagine what's going on. People, the locals, can no longer survive. The revolution is on its way. Just now, a celebrated communist whom I met here - a Jew of course - came to my room. He is full of enthusiasm - "things are coming to a head, from now on people will start dying by the score, redemption is on the way. The Revolution!"
I hope not to leave Vienna before seeing that great day with my own eyes. To be honest, the only value of writing is as a password. To kindle hearts, to unite common concerns, to bring brethren souls together. It is the Baptist standing out in the Desert. After it comes the Redeemer, brandishing his sword. And I sit here writing, fighting to justify my existence. There are words as ripe as deeds. Ah, if only we could find such words, so that our agony didn't die, so that our soul didn't die along with our wretched body!
12th June
Today, thank God, I'm going out. What joy it will be for me to breathe, what bliss to be strong, not to hate anyone, to have a great goal before you and to strive towards it. God how much I suffered, yet calmly, because I felt that what I was suffering was nothing, a mere caress in comparison with the infinite wretchedness of the world. The vision of that great Wretchedness cannot be engulfed by our own minor, insignificant miseries. This idea gave me patience and calm. It is over. I think I'll accept death with the same tranquility.
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