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MERMOZ Jean (1901 - 1936) aviateur L.A.S. « Jean », Rio de Janeiro 10 août
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MERMOZ Jean (1901 - 1936) aviator L.A.S. "Jean", Rio de Janeiro August 10 [1934], to SA MÈRE Gabrielle MERMOZ| 2 pages in-8, vignette Air France Brasil.
He has just found his mother's letter in the Dakar mail, while I was already in the cockpit. [...] I'm leaving for Buenos Aires tomorrow... There's a lot of political work to be done here. Naturally, I'll be in Natal by the 27th, ready to leave for Dakar and France. I write to you very little, but, my dearest mother, you must never think that my tenderness for you is not the same as it used to be: life is such a spiral, and my head is so full of ideas, that at times I live in a kind of moral somnambulism, where only the inner light and the vision of the goal remain lucid... You mustn't hold it against me, little Mama". He prefers not to attend Yvonne's wedding, with whom he did not want to marry himself. "She'll have what I certainly couldn't have given her: a home. [...] Later she'll think I loved her much more, perhaps, than she thought or than I showed her, when she's in a position to compare the fate of our two lives.
He has just found his mother's letter in the Dakar mail, while I was already in the cockpit. [...] I'm leaving for Buenos Aires tomorrow... There's a lot of political work to be done here. Naturally, I'll be in Natal by the 27th, ready to leave for Dakar and France. I write to you very little, but, my dearest mother, you must never think that my tenderness for you is not the same as it used to be: life is such a spiral, and my head is so full of ideas, that at times I live in a kind of moral somnambulism, where only the inner light and the vision of the goal remain lucid... You mustn't hold it against me, little Mama". He prefers not to attend Yvonne's wedding, with whom he did not want to marry himself. "She'll have what I certainly couldn't have given her: a home. [...] Later she'll think I loved her much more, perhaps, than she thought or than I showed her, when she's in a position to compare the fate of our two lives.