To have come on all this new world of writing$$$ with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working$$$ no matter how poor you were$$$ was like having a great treasure given to you. You could take your treasure with you when you traveled too$$$ and in the mountains where we lived in Switzerland and Italy$$$ until we found Schruns in the high valley in the Vorarlberg in Austria$$$ there were always the books$$$ so that you lived in the new world you had found$$$ the snow and the forests and the glaciers and their winter problems and your high shelter in the Hotel Taube in the village in the day time$$$ and at night you could live in the other wonderful world the Russian writers were giving you.