Letter from Dorothy 1

my dearest all, 

finally i got my shoes back. it's been dreadful times since the big storm of december, when i lost my shoes dans la Seine.

i stayed wet for many months and with cold feet, which is quite dangerous in this land of strong winds. it's not like kansas at all. you can catch a cold quite easily here. 

i most sincerely apologize for not writing you for so long my dearest friends, but it's been a hard job to stay concentrated.

i almost forgot my name. letters started to disappear one by one from my head. first the D, then the O, then the R.

i started to repeat my name everyday 100 times, in order not to forgot it. but even thought my tremendous effort (you can't believe how hard it is to stay focused in cold and wet feet), i kept losing letters. 

i became quite desperate because the only letters i had left were the H and the Y. and i was very sure i would lose the H very soon, because the H is such an easy letter to forget, don't you think? 

last week, very unexpectedly, i received a letter from someone i don't know who. it wasn't signed. it was only written:

dear dorothy,

i'm just writing to remember you that you name is dorothy before you lose the H.

sincerely yours.

i really don't know who wrote me this letter but it was most certainly very useful to recover the sense of myself. so, whoever you are – thank you, mr. sincerely yours!

i posted the letter on the wall of my room so i could read my name every day, but i became very afraid of losing this piece of paper. maybe one day i could forget the room window open or the house could get on fire and i would lose the sense of myself forever. 

so i decided to tattoo my name on my left hand. first i thought of tattooing it on my right hand, but since the right hand is the one i use to do most of the things, it would be more difficult to check my name as often as i would need. 

now i can checked it as often as i want, unless i lose my hand, but i think that's quite unlikely to happen. although i remember my aunt em to mentioned time to time that someone had lost his or her head. i really hope that is something that only happens to heads and not to hands, because i most certainly wouldn't like to lose my hand, specially now after having my name tattooed.

i have to go now, my dears. 

please send me your post addresses. i don't have them i would most surely like to send you a post card.

love,

dorothy.