Sweetheart,
This place is just as full of rumors as Governor's Island. The latest one as to where we are going is an exciting one.
Can't tell you anything about it now. Maybe I can tell you later.
Today I had some official business to do which took me forty miles thru the surrounding countryside in a Chrysler sedan with a Indian driver. All kinds of transportation are in use here. "Shank's mare", riding camels and donkeys, converted Ford auto chassis frames like into farm wagons at home drawn by camels. Also ox and donkey drown carts, not to mention horse drawn carriages.
People are not as clean nor as curious as at home but they behave pretty much the same, especially the children. Some of the camels are decked with bells so that when they trot, each foot fall is accompanied by quite a jingle jangle., especially at two or three in the morning.
In the bottom drawer of my chest near the middle is a small article for Bobby- if he deserves it.
Love, hugs, and kisses,
George.
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