14th June, 1920

My love! So that's what my diary looks like! I have been on board the steam ship "Drotesilans" for six days already, and only today am I reaching for my book. After all the delays it is true now: I am travelling home. What does it matter now whether I write in detail about the ship and about life on it. I am acting as interpreter and am busy all day, but that is fine since it helps to pass the time. Everyday I have an hours chat with one or another of the ship officers and I feel very comfortable with them. When I am back among "the people" again, I have to answer all possible and impossible questions all the time; it is beyond imagination what 2705 people (this being the number of passengers in our transport) can ask. The weather is good and bad at the same time. What I mean is that the sea "is good", we are making good progress, 315-330 nautical miles in 24 hours (about 600kn a day) and we have almost nobody suffering from seasickness. On the other hand, the weather is rough, cold and humid. This is so because we are very far north and we often see whales. We are sailing quite near the Bering Strait and close below Alaska. In about 16 hours we shall have done half the distance to Vancouver. Tomorrow or the day after we shall pass the 180 degree meridian where the time difference between the earth's east and west half spheres is compensated for and we must, therefore, count that day and date twice.

There is no shortage of entertainment for those not employed otherwise on the ship. We have a splendid regiments band on board, there are daily film shows, concerts, games, lectures and God knows what else. Russia is haunting us. The first radio news which reached us on high sea came today from San Francisco and was about a new overthrow of the government in Russia.

© The estate of Otto Feldmann: Monica Lanyado, Tzafrah Shushan and Aya Shochat