Martinique, 8/16/1937
The contact is reestablished and that you are not tired of it and want to give up on us makes me feel happy. We are happy that we decided to stay here. It is beautiful and the business is good. At this time Peter is on the way with 7 gentlemen from Guadeloupe and I and the children are again living at “Le Lido” for a whole week. Again, we get 1000 francs, and the others who were on St. Lucia have again arrange a charter so now we are sailing constantly with cargo between the islands. The mail from Cape Verde we haven’t seen yet but there is still a slight hope, when you think that it has to travel via Portugal and France. It is more fun learning geography in this way than sitting on one spot looking up a map, but one of the waves has got to be wrong because the other day when I collected all my energy for a long walk with Musen and Lars they discussed very eagerly Whether we now would reach Dakar or whatever town that might be. I am afraid that you Marie got a wrong impression of Lars, when you write that he is a long-legged black dear toddler you are ready to kiss. Long legged you could call him and you could also kiss him but black he is not especially when you see a real Negro besides him, except maybe it could be in his ears and there mostly only when he is sleeping, just ask Musen or his papa.