Frankfurt, Germany

Adolph Jerome Bennett stationery — typed

Dear Sweetheart,

Its been quite a dreary day honey. Rain, rain, rain.

I went out to our printing plant to straighten out some things, and was very glad to get back early for the rain made driving no pleasure.

I have been so taken up these last few days with Mother Carton's death that I haven't been able to write you about my friend.

Henry Cohen worked for me up till three weeks ago at our plant and left for a position with UNRRA. City College boy (23) with a Phi Beta Kappa, and Master in Regional or City Planning at MIT. A very swell fellow with good sense and most of all the good heart. He is the one fellow I have met here whom I could be real friends with. We see so many things eye to eye. Well he left to take a position as Team Director of one of the UNRRA's DP camps, probably the youngest team director in UNRRA. He has a staff of 18 people men and women, all of course older than he, and they take care of a Jewish Displaced Persons camp in Wolfratshausen with 4500 Jews in it (5001 over strength). There were a couple of things he told me which made a very big impression. One was that out of a prewar population outside of Russia there were 6 million Jews, now there are less than 200,000. There were so many things going on at the time I didn't get the chance to ask him whether he was sure about that latter figure. Another things he said was that these Jews, he

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of course is a Jew too, speaks Yiddish fluently, was that they have sunked so low physically and are so demoralized as the result of living? 6 years in concentration camps etc. that they don't even know how to use a toilet. They don't know how to sit, and don't flush it or anything, and they keep coming back in all that filth. How sad. Force can't make these people do anything. If you hold a gun against them they say shoot, and at the same time call you Gestapo. Sixteen people, whole families and more sleep in one room and they refuse to move. They run away for days when the trucks come to transport them. They are engaged? in the blackmarket up to their ears. They go to Poland and Italy, all over. How no one quite knows. Their grapevine is speed personified, and all they hope for is to go to Palestine. There are three young people from Palestine acting with the staff trying to prepare these people for Palestine. A tremendous job as you can see. Its hard to know where to start. The problem of sanitation itself is enormous, but first or rather the first thing beside taking care of them physically is to overcome their demoralization. How XXXXXXXX is what they are wrestling with.N MY XYX.

Henry knew somebody, of course. A big shot or otherwise he never would have sarted to high in UNRRA, but he is really good. He tells me that his staff is like a league of nations. Americans, French, Dutch, English, Australian make up the most of his staff. What a wonderful experience in internationalization. I hope he finds time to write me, for he wont be able to come XXXXXXhere for quite a while. How little we know of other people's sufferings.

I hope you are feeling all right dear and everything is coming along all right. I miss you so much dear and love you so very very much always in all ways

Your devoted husband,
Dolph