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Franziska Baumgarten-Tramer (1883-1970)
(born in Lodz)
Diary started on September 5, 1968
3028 Spiegel / Bern, Spiegelstr. 54
Translated from Polish into German by J. Pollok
on behalf of the Swiss Literary Archives, Bern. March 1995
September 5, 1968. Spiegel b / Bern, Spiegelstr. 54
I start to write a new diary, actually a notebook, so as not to forget my experiences and that in times of very stormy, political events - law rape. I am deeply moved by the tragedy.[1] I keep thinking about how I could help improve the situation. Perhaps the article I am dealing with can bring some disillusionment to the relevant circles of activity.
Personally, I've been feeling better lately. I got a typist for a few hours a week, at least something. There was also a Portuguese edition of my work "Mental Need and Prejudice"[2] and, above all, my chronology[3], for that I would have to write the Dr .h.c. to get.
That is of course an illusion.
The last few events have thrown me into a frenzy of happiness.- I can't remember when I had similar experiences. That's a lot in these mean times. The material prospects contributed favorably to this. I want the time I have left to live peacefully in my little house, with my excellent maid and, above all, better eyes.
If I could still manage with the "Studentin"![4]
September 11, 1968
There is no medicine for my stupidity.
There was a terrible failure with Sutermiester[5]. When I spoke to him, I knew that he was not a great light. (?).
But giving him my manuscript was the height of stupidity; I should have sent it to the editorial office. It is a lesson for me not to give him the exhibition.
Materially I feel bad. The first part of my chronology has been published. It is a significant step in this stage of useless vegetation.
September 15, 1968
I had a terrible night. I made accounts and found that I am very in debt and spend too much. I don't like the argument with Sutermeister either, because the consequences are uncertain. I blame myself 100 and can't help it.
October 6, 1968.
I feel bad. The loneliness torments me and a remorseful conscience about my idiotic and mean thoughts and actions. I cannot forgive myself for my mistakes.
October 12, 1968
I had a difficult night because of” Ietbis” [?] arrival. I finally made up my mind to let her come.
You have to have a clear conscience.
October 19, 1968
I had a terrible night today. I have been bothered by loneliness lately. Yesterday when I was moaning about my loneliness, Fetixhamerowa(?) called me to ask if I wanted to be a member of the Jewish women's association. It could be a way out of my loneliness. At night I thought about all the difficulties. Nobody is there to do all of this. I got hot and I couldn't find rest.
At 6 o'clock in the morning I fell asleep, in a dream I saw Meili's wife [6] screaming with me in a very dirty bed, and I told her that she must be lying in the dirt. That was a symbol, I have to stay in the dirt.
I decided to focus on my work, especially the one about lies and Tr. [Tramer] biography.
October 28, 1968
I am infinitely sad about my inability to live. I stand as a bankrupt, before psychology as a science and before my colleagues like a fallen star.
I put my papers together again, convinced myself again how many good notes had appeared in the newspapers, everything is over and nothing remains. I was pushed aside in everything and by everyone.
The Germans say "catch yourself". I can. I don't know. Everything I do is secondary. Grand Coup? for what?
I am very weak, lonely and bitter. Waiting for the end, the agony
November 13, 1968
For many months now I woke up in a good mood without feeling as bad as before. I attributed it to yesterday's Wizo-Taqung[7] M Bellevue-Palace. At noon I got the "Berner Student" with my article in the first place about the social conditions at the university.
Will there be good or bad consequences for me? On the one hand, the rector will be afraid of refusing my request, maybe I will be granted something, because they will be afraid of my reaction.
I did not enjoy much affection at the university.
Didn't get much of it, even Tr. not. Meili[6] is to blame for everything. Nous vernos - said a blind man.
December 1, 1968
Yesterday for many years - at least four in the evening I attended a celebration - arranged by Wizo[7]. I saw few friends, my place was very unfavorable. A couple of friends found me in my corner and after a good night's sleep - eight hours, with a short break I feel much better. "Do I need company from time to time"? I think so.
I feel like newborn, strange. Perhaps the information from Eberhardt also played a role that my pension procedure is going well. I have a good feeling. Should I sit in my corner the whole time or at least take a walk around the hall and show myself? This is my "social incapacity".
During the last meeting of the philosophical association, Prof. Münger wanted to express his appreciation for some article with the words: "That must be an excellent woman".
He repeated it to Raez when I had to ask for repetition through her, because I did not understand him.
If I had been able to publish my work and not have wasted the time on trivial matters, I would be different today. Now it all depends on whether I get a small pension.
My brain doesn't work like it used to. The proof: preface for my "lie".
December 25, 1968
I am tormented by doing ugly things in life about my family. Although I did everything during the First World War to turn everyone on their feet - I made it possible for Madzi to study and marry, Rosi to study, and Julek received great help from Fuchs. [8]I was unable to give them enough help to talk about a happy life.
Even Fela shows no gratitude, although we have done everything that she could stay in the northern countries and find her husband there. I've been grieving and grieving myself since last night. I can't forgive myself for being "socially blind" my whole life.
Today after a good night's sleep, I got up with the word: "Atonement" i.e. I have to go on like this now so that I can make all bad things qut again. With regard to Madzia, I can do that by taking care of Janka and her children. Regarding Rosi - doing something for her memory with Segal, I don't need to do anything for Fela, for Julek it is enough to write a better dedication in the new edition of "Regulierungskraft". In this way he remains as a personality.
Tr. gets my biography: Such an atonement should be enough. It is lucky that there is such reparation as further existence. One would have to write about it in "Counseling in life conflicts" or even better in "too late."
In any case, I have calmed down and will live and work in this direction!
January 2, 1969
The New Year brought me a lot of surprises, especially a little money (the biggest surprise Wyler. (?). Sent 500 fr.)
More than before, evidence of sympathy in the form of flowers and gifts, mostly made of chocolate.
I have convinced myself that my new attitude towards people is more correct than before.
I force myself not to think about the past so as not to be ashamed of my selfishness.
9.30 in the morning January 6, 1969
Today I had a very bad night, I thought it was a heart attack and my end is near. I got up, made my bowel movements, took drops, fell asleep again and woke up healthy.
Anyway it was "manes, fekels, fares (?)"
I blamed myself for leaving everything unfinished. If that's my nature, I realized it too late and would have difficulty making amends at the last minute.
The worst thing is with the publication of my works. I am aware of my defeat, so I shouldn't end up like this at the end of my life.
Scientifically I have fallen, I am not making any progress socially. Unless there is a specific, positive incident, a change for the better than a surprise of fate, I cannot get out of my bad situation. I keep feeling like I'm bankrupt.
January 12, 1969
I have read my diary because I want to bring it to the state library in the suitcase. Not as complain, complain, complain with very small exceptions.
Despite Tr. - always the feeling of loneliness and hostility of people towards me. Comparisons arise involuntarily: This Christmas I received a lot of flowers, chocolate and good wishes. My relationship with people is far better.
There are more visits than at Tr times.
I realized that guilt is on my side, misfortune taught me not to be an egoist like before. Selfish more in form than in content. I spoiled a lot because I didn't understand married life.
I wasn't the right woman for Tr.
He needed someone like me with a lot of initiative, but he wasn't the right man for me. Let's go deeper, I had no talent for making a lover out of him.
That period is over. Based on my experience, I have understood that you are nothing without the other. But you have to put yourself in a strange position. Fuchs had a bad influence on me in that regard. I remember this Russian woman in the Pension told me that people in Berlin say that F is my evil spirit.
He saved my family from material loss, but I lost a lot of time and became depressed.
The outcome of this friendship is terrible. In my current situation, I have to save what can be saved. If only my health doesn't fail. Mentally, I feel better because of my spiritual approach to people.
March 16, 1969
I am shattered inside and I feel bad physically. The loneliness gnaws at me. People let me down. Little money.
Old age, old age - my torment. Life is coming to an end and I leave everything undone in a terrible mess. This is the result of my one-sided talent. I closed my eyes to my nature. Now I'm paying for it with bloody tears and have to say: too late. That hurts mentally and gnaws very deeply. In order not to perish, I have to say "stop". Save what can be saved and don't think about death, etc. Otherwise you will lose the rest of what you own.
That is what the mind dictates. Can I obey and continue in this spirit?
I hope so!
May my unlucky streak come to an end.
March 29, 1969
It is difficult to describe my condition. I see all of my mistakes that I have done in life, but I see no way to make amends. I don't see a future for myself.
I imagine the end of my life in the ugliest colors.
A person is missing next to me. There is no medicine for it.
This state appalls me and the fact that I never thought of it. I have the worst opinion about my physical abilities. I deserve an end like that.
Lately I've been longing for the end, should my "friends" rack their brains over what's left of me.
I see how little remains of even very valuable people. The tragedy of my life is that the criticism awakened my personality so late. I should have thought about it in Solothurn.
April 23, 1969
I feel terribly bad, health and above all mentally. I want to tear everything up, throw it away and run far, far away.
People and forces have left me, how long can one endure this state?
[The following entry is also in the original in German; comment by the translator.]
March 3, 1969
Tonight I woke up and thought about what to do with the house in Spiegel. On the one hand I want to receive [sell?] it, on the other hand I don't see any possibility of this.
Suddenly, in the midst of the skepticism that I could not find a way out, the thought occurred to me that I can build an anti-war museum there and that I can win over a lot of people for it.
It is a fast company that many have been tempted to join. I have already set up a whole program, still half asleep, - and when I got up, I was now sure that I would succeed in this plan. I can say like Herzl: (?)
Tonight I founded the first anti-war museum in the world. Now I have another goal in life.
Interesting that I made this entry in German in my diary. It is the first time (since 1910 (?) Since I kept my diary that I entered a note in German.
May 19, 1969
I feel very badly, healthily, socially, materially, scientifically. I don't know how to go on with me.
I bear the consequences of my thoughtlessness about the future, which has shaped most of my life.
At that time Fuchs saved me, then Tramer, now there is nobody who could offer me a helping hand. How will my end be How will I get out of there? I think for hours and can't find a way out.
May 21, 1969
Heidi Blöchlinger [life-long University friend of Franka's nieece] visited me yesterday. I spoke to her openly about my illness. The way she sees it rationally and scientifically, I am hopeless, fatally ill. So I have to prepare for death. Nobody lives forever, you can say that I've lived for quite a long time. I just disagree with the pain, it prevents me from being as active as I want it to be. A difficult, difficult time lies ahead of me, but no one is spared it.
May 22, 1969
I feel terrible, impossibly bad. Physically and morally.
My end is near and I leave so many matters unfinished!
That torments me because it is evidence of my imperfection, actually stupidity. It can only be a small or a big descent. The number of failures can be huge and I'm afraid of that. What can you do, just grit your teeth?
May 29, 1969
Brr ... I'm not feeling well. I don't know how to go on.
June 1, 1969
What I feared has happened:
Mr Canziani, who was supposed to be a pastor of the "Christian - Catholic Religion", is an upstart. He belongs to a company that seeks to attract higher officials through big advertisements in Weltwoche.
No wonder he wants to buy a small house. So he said. This is not the way to go. My trust is gone.
I don't want to have an argument. There is no longer any talk of his scientific career. He has no aptitude in this direction, and there is no review of titles here.
June 18, 1969
It may be that I am now experiencing one of the most important times of my life.
Yesterday I had the crabapple for almost three hours because of my house. I haven't been able to sleep for a long time. I had noticeable pain in the back and was using kamillosan ointment, an innocent remedy.
I thought a lot about saving my house and made a plan for how to save it.
Although my sleep was short-lived, I got up very well and, to my amazement, without any pain.
Whether that the ointment did or the psychological influence of my plans. I dont know. What is certain is that I am like a newborn.
Can one interpret my current state in this way? Is it ephemeral?
In any case, it's worth writing it down.
Spiegel July 20, 1969
For a week now I've felt a pain in my leg that I can't do a step. I called Dr. Gerschka (?), His medicine hadn't helped me.
My leg is better, but pain in the groin prevents me from walking. I didn't put my corset on this morning because I think it may be to blame for my pain. I also stopped taking his medicine.
The inability to move is very bad for me. I feel completely frail. I worry that the girl looks so bad and I see no way out of her situation. The illness destroys me and the fear of how it will go on.
Schnyder is sick or he pretends to be sick so as not to concern himself with me. Although I know some people, I am lonely as a dog. Nobody can replace relatives for me. Apart from the selfish, unfaithful Lilo, I have no relatives in Europe. For Beeba (?) In London I am a devoted relative with whom he has nothing in common. Anci (?) Is in exile. I experienced a happy ending. I have to continue my miserable existence. A month ago, I felt so good! Health changes so quickly! Maybe age makes the quick changes.
There are more and more scientific failures. Nobody wants to publish my works. I finally want to come out with a job!
Spiegel July 26, 1969
I feel infinitely bad because the pain on my right side doesn't stop. No money, bad work and I miss a person, apart from the maid, who would share in my fate (apart from the poor, powerless Rosental (?)).
My loneliness is increasing, my ability to work is getting weaker and my illness is making progress. Such a Lilo, she writes to me "dearest Frankachen", but she hasn't been with me for four years. She writes from time to time to complain about her brother.
I sometimes feel like a dog that everyone is chasing because it doesn't belong to anyone (it doesn't have a "mark").
I would like to have my biography Tr. quit because that torments me a lot.
Yesterday in Bern: when the books fell on the floor, my girl said, she had no time to pick them up, and so they lie as symbols of my fate. In the evening after a thunderstorm, the water flooded TI's entire estate. and me.
With big steps I destroy my scientific "career", my life, because how long will it go on? I am curious how Fela writes, my only "close" relative. She is as far as if she lived on the moon.
How will it go on with me? Will I hold out or will they bury me?
August 14, 1969
Strange: Only now do I deal with my golden coins. To my great surprise, it turned out that I have a gold coin. Their value, around 14,000 francs!
That will get me out of a tight spot. I couldn't believe my own eyes! How good that I always had a certain inhibition, help from Dr. To ask Schnyder, that would have clouded our relationship.
It's a miracle from God!
I finally got an answer from the publisher Bucher. He thinks he should publish the book on maps and he wants to do it.
It is the first publisher to show interest in my work.
Two good news in one day. Maybe this will stay my publisher? What happened if
Before I leave, I'll sell my two donkeys.
August 22, 1969
I think a lot about how helpless I am without a man.
How I am being used. How can I help myself.
At five o'clock I woke up, shaken by a dream:
I'm somewhere with a 50-year-old man and he screams: I can see his open mouth very closely, his head bent back, rotten teeth in his mouth. He calls out to be his wife. I argue that he is 40 years younger, but he doesn't mind.
Even when I wake up I hear his screams. My dream tendency - the realization of my thoughts - it's not too late for you nor do they want you, but I don't want to.
I fear the judgment of my fellow men. Interestingly, not Tramer's judgment, but that of strangers. When I woke up I felt sorry for the person who suffered because of me.
October 20, 1969 [Date? Next entries are earlier?]
I didn't make an entry in my diary for almost 2 months because it stayed in Spiegel.
After returning from my "vacation" I noticed that it was left behind at home. There were many experiences in the 2 months.
Most importantly, I'm somewhat "built up", but I manage my duties with great difficulty. I am waiting for the deposit copies of my "Democracy and Character". I am curious about its effect. It should be cheap.
By chance I found my old excerpts from Berlin about Hilferdingen (?)! [Rudolf Hilferding?]
I wouldn't have had a good life with this person. He was gifted, but with a fickle character. At the end of his broken career and his suicide! - what a fight I would have had with him with my ear.
Lucky that nothing came of it. Fate got me
October 14, 1969
I am outraged about the "Peace Prize of the German Book Trade" for Mitscherlich. People don't know what to do with the money and give it away to the left and right. If they looked straight ahead, there wouldn't be such a result. Sonn-Matt has advertised in the federal government that there are vacancies. Let the house stay empty as it deserves.
October 16, 1969
The constant pain drives me to despair. I thought it was over, but they have returned with equal strength.
I don't know what will happen to me next. I am losing patience and the ability to work. I don't get an answer from the publisher. Why doesn't Dr Schnnyder, Lili, etc. answer - I've obviously lost my reputation with them. Schnyder is afraid that I might ask for money. He doesn't ask if I need help on his own initiative. "Nabolesni bednye gogoby" (Russian: "A disease of poor people", (?) Note from the translator).
I have to pull myself together tightly to do my job.
Can I even do that? Where do the forces come from?
Yesterday Gorby's (?) Wife visited me. What an egoist!
But only guys like that win in life. She doesn't know the words:
"Can I help you," or something like that. Everyone must serve her. My end is near And a hundred things are unfinished.
I can't say "apres moi le deluge".
October 18, 1969
Besides constant pain, I have great moral problems.
So many issues are left unfinished, so many mistakes are made.
I can't forgive myself for wasting my acquaintance with Fuchs so much. After his death, I now realize that he was a more valuable person than I assumed. He was scientifically active and had an excellent relationship with art. He left behind a valuable silver and porcelain collection. He could help me with / ... (?) Speigel.
When I think about how impassive Dr Schnny he is, he hasn't asked how I am for weeks and doesn't reply to my letter, I could pull my hair at my blindness.
The Maurycy Fuchs would have pulled me out of any hardship.
I can't live. The art of life and knowledge of people are alien to me, and knowledge of the world is a locked lock for me. What will happen to me if everything fails?
My eyesight is getting worse and my powers are getting weaker
Nobody wants to publish my "chronology"! So much time I've wasted on it that I could have used better!
I am the last cattle !.
October 19, 1969
I didn't sleep that night and thought about destroying my relationship with Fuchs.
He would have been a great help in my life and could have enriched me with his knowledge of art. Dr. Schnyder was unfaithful to me. Not a word during the month on Sonn-matt and there has been no reply to my letter for six days.
What kind of friend is that? He's probably had enough of me.
The weakening of my creative powers provokes such a reaction. It is a pleasure to see how the Blöchlinger works - and I am a wreck.
October 25, 1969
My health has changed for the worse.
Mentally I feel so much better that I thought to myself that I have to pull myself together so as not to lose everything.
My apathy is terrible. I feel the powerlessness, constantly before my eyes my near end, that I am old, that everything is wasted effort and nothing matters. The apathy of old age. So far it has not been described. Montagne writes a little about it. He thought he was 48 years old. Now these years (48th year) are counted as the most productive for most people.
October 31, 1969
I walk from doctor to doctor, but my pain doesn't stop and disturbs my work, my social relationships protect me from despair. 16 people visited me yesterday.
After I left Berlin, there was never anything like it. My pain prevents me from doing what looks terrible.
I can't finish anything. I would like to be interested in someone who also has a feeling for me, but in my situation that is impossible. If the disease didn't exist - then maybe. Today I suddenly had chest pain on my right side, which plunged me into deepest despair.
November 1, 1969
How much pain I have to endure is difficult to describe.
Today the bandages get stuck so painfully. I threw them away. I was thinking how are people exposed to good news, feelings, and empathy.
We are surrounded by people who do not take their duties seriously and are a threat: druggists, pharmacists, nurses
In Atlantis I found a statue with a painful expression.
The artist suffered a lot. There is terrible dishonesty and that creates a lack of trust in people.
It's a kind of hatred that needs to be eradicated in order not to do more evil.
November 1, 1969
The last Thursday visit from Schnyder showed me my wrong life after Tr. [Tramer's] death.
Because of the apartment I had a lot on my mind and there were no mutual friends. 16 people are currently "visiting" me. That is definitely a step forward. My hospitality was enhanced by Tr. muffled.
Before the wedding, I was afraid of it, then it happened. Between old letters Tr. I found a saying, "You don't even know how much you mean to me" (several months after the wedding). Everything would have been better if we had had a child. Unfortunately, he developed a scientific jealousy. Although he won a lot, it wasn't what he wanted. His reaction to this was cruel and made us both unhappy.
I would be happier if I had met someone like Schnyder or Paul Cassierer! - Nponalo! - (Russian: from and over; translator's note).
I want to do something with the last few months that I have in front of me (I am not allowed to write "years"). My strength has not yet collapsed. I blame myself for my relationship with Maurycy Fuchs, it is my overriding fault. I neglected him.
My moral and material losses are enormous and irreplaceable. There is nothing left but to pull the cart on with my sins.
Bern, November 8, 1969
The physical pain is terrible! As always as emotional. You can talk yourself out of the mental ones, but you can't do it with the physical ones, you need outside help.
The whole night and the morning I had great pain on my right side until Prof. Weruli (?) Called and prescribed the drops "Treupel" for me. The dependence on help and medicine is fatal. Only for a few hours, always the uncertainty, but there is no advice for that. One would have to be armored against pain, but in what way?
I would like to publish a good work, but what kind?
My work was supposed to show the nullity of psychology à la Meili.
I hate his psychology. People should deal with their own experiences - how should they do that?
Above all, they should call him psycho-blasphemers.
Bern, November 15, 1969
I woke up at eight o'clock feeling weak and desperate. How will I go on? How will this tragic period of my life end? I don't have the strength to deal with adversity. Everything is with me at the. Doomed to failure. - Nobody helps me.
A sad picture! - How can I overcome it?
November 16, 1969
I keep thinking about negative opinions about myself.
There has to be something in me that gives the reason for it. I think too little of others and in connection with others. People feel that they are of little concern to me. I belong to the type who is more interested in views, but still more interested in objects (goals).
Lipmann did not see the fourth category: absolute indifference to everyone and everything. Apathy towards everything and everyone. It is misunderstood as bad. That is justified, because the lack of interest means that you don't want to help. This tendency has recently developed out of the laziness that has befallen me. I am indifferent to people (which leads to a lot of faux pas), including at work. No will to create anything. I'll encapsulate myself.
Still, a lot of people visit me. My lack of interest in people has to change because it endangers my work and the sympathy of those around me. Will it succeed?
Now that I'm weak and sick. Apathy, apathy, indifference. What can I do against it?
November 17, 1969
For Tr. I'm doing a splendid advertisement, with Fond Moritz Tramerin Rome! I want someone to do it for me.
This morning I thought about my lectureship and the fighting over it. I think,
I have to write the story of my life quickly. -May it not be too late!
December 14, 1969
After a month's break I want to make entries in the diary again.
What happened! Hospital. in (gap in the original note from the translator in) again completely unexpectedly in the hospital and the sudden deterioration in my health.
It was not possible to work. Should I wait for improvement? When should she come? It's the worst part of my life! Interesting that there is no reaction from Janka and Fela.
Sell various things for little money. I feel bitter and it hurts. The most important thing is that I get out of this swamp and have at least a year to deal with the most important matters. I am happy to sit at my desk and take notes in my diary. Is the improvement permanent or only temporary?
December 26, 1969
I lay sleepless half the night thinking about my character. My character is hideous. How Tramer was wrong about me.
He attributed me with good qualities in the beginning, and his disappointment in me pained him very much! There was no remedy for this.
He was bitterly disappointed in me! Madzia would suit him better.
He realized it too late, it destroyed the early disease!
My family's story is a source of grief and disgust to me, but I have to drive the car of my life and that is not an easy task. Am I up to this, or will it be another disappointment? I think the latter. I am terrified of this disappointment. I never made sure I didn't have friends. Now I have to face the consequences.
I went with the current (i.e. very determined. Note from the translator) and accepted the consequences - the social isolation.
The words "Oh God, everyone is running away from you" didn't touch me. I thought I was always right. Now I feel the consequences.
Oh God, what a terrible upbringing I received!
1970
For the first time since I kept a diary, since I was 15, I tore out a page. In it I wrote about the relationships with my "friends". While I was writing, I was getting evidence that I was wrong. I think worse of them. So I immediately corrected my mistake, ripped out the page and "changed the subject". The truth was given satisfaction. Then I made the resolution not to lie under any condition. Life (?) Told me today that I can live in this state of health for more than a year. I can still bring many works to life. It's a shame that Zosia didn't write to me about her friend who has such an influence in cinematography. That's not nice either, but she's not the exception.
January 1, 1970
Yesterday evening tears flowed for the first time since Tr.’s death ! I stopped her with the greatest effort. I never cried in his life, and I don't want to continue to cry.
After a few minutes, I managed to swallow the tears.
January 6, 1970
The New Year started with Bozenka's (?) Death, Minna (?) And Mazani (?) Are very sick
I feel very sorry for the last two. They were nice people.
I have no one who could visit me.
Everyone dies.
My life - is a constant pulling out of the swamp of my own hair. - It's good that you have the hair and strong hands to pull yourself out. -
Now I have to think hard about what should be printed. Not a small task. "But look ahead: if you long to escape from inactivity, you have to come to a result and become productive. As far as Eberhardt is concerned - I was wrong. Perhaps my error also relates to others.
All the better. I was worried about her betrayal and it was wrong. Maybe - in this way she shows that she can be on good terms with me, that is, in friendship.
Notes:
[1] Have not identified particular issue that got her going. Most prominent news item just prior was the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia on August 20/21.
[2]
[3] The "Chronolgy" gets mentioned a few times; no sure what it is a reference to. Need to look at archives.
[4] "Die Studentin" is her novel (to be a separate article here, since there has been some interest and I have text). Obviously was still hoping for something to get done with it.
[5] Heinrich Sutermeister possibly? A Swiss composer of classical music; not sure what project she was addressing to him! On the other hand, Professor Meili (see 6, below) is shown in the archives as having written something called "Aus den Erfahrungen mit Professor Suter" so maybe there is Master Suter?
[6} The archives have corresponce with a Dr. Robert Meili.
[7] The 27th international conference of the Women's Zionist conference (WIZO) met.
[8] Reflecting on her siblings: Madzi, Rosa, Julek, and Fela. Fuchs refers to Eduard Fuchs, whom I believe was a possible suitor during her Berlin days.