PROF. D^R. FREUD

WIEN, IX., BERGGASSE 19.

April 18^th 1919

Dear Jones

The first window opening in our cage. I 
can write you directly and a closed letter!
I was extremely glad to hear, that five years 
of war and separation did not succeed 
in deteriorating your kind feelings 
for our crew and very sorry, that your 
health is not the same as your friend-
ship. But I hope the latter will recover 
as the former will remain.

I am extraordinarily obliged to you for bring-
ing with you so much of my daughters 
things, she wanted them badly. We 
have grown hungry beggars all of us here.
But you shall hear no complaints. I am 
still upright and hold myself not 
responsible for any part of the world’s 
nonsense. Psychoanalysis is flourishing I 
am glad to learn from everywhere, 
I trust science will prove a consolation 
for you too. 

I agree completely with all your plans
and stipulations as far as known to me 
by Rank. The affairs of ΨA are so 
well provided by the commute, I may well 
feel superfluity, ending to narrow the 33^d 
year of my medical career.

Sorry to say, Freund, the latest member not the
slightest, is ill again and I am not yet sure if 
I can help him. It is very sad that Hungary 
is nearly cut off now; there is no assurance 
to get a letter to or from our friends 
there, or money is still laid up in a 
Hungarian Bank, nobody knows how 
long such a state of things may last and 
wether it will be relieved by a better one. 

Kongress in autumn may well prove im-
possible under these circumstances, if Ferenczi 
and Freund cannot leave their country, even
a meeting of the comité will be fusite.
As regards my person I am anxious to meet 
you, let us say in Holland, but at this 
moment traveling for one of us is nearly 
out of question, till our plans depend
upon what improvements the next months 
will bring, if there be improvements. 

I thank you very much for having
restored to my handwriting its former 
character. My last two productions „Ein 
Kind wird geschlagen“ and „Jenseits des 
Lustprinzips“, which you will have to 
criticism one day, were written under 
bodily pain caused by a bad pen.

Now write me soon and take my 
best love meanwhile
Yours truly 
Freud