Frizz

I started working on my grandfathers letters today after a long break. I have two more to do, although I'm not translating them, a very kind man at the library is and I'm writing it down as he translates. They are letters sent whilst he was interned in France during WWII. They are mostly concerned with trying to get a visa so he can get to safety…he didn't make it, so they're very sad. But through reading them he has come to life, which has been both painful and wonderful.