Listen, my Alex, if you can’t come yet write to me, you can’t know how much your letter helped me feel better, I think I’ve read it twice a day since I got it and it always seems as if it were the first time I’m reading it.
I have lots of things to tell you, but I can’t write them because I’m still very weak, my head and eyes ache when I read or write a lot, but I’ll tell you them soon.
Changing the subject, I’m hungry like I can’t tell you bother… and I can’t eat anything but some disgusting things so be forewarned; when you come bring me