2 9 6 D O C U M E N T S 3 7 7 , 3 7 9 O C T O B E R 1 9 2 2 377. To Michele Besso [Zurich, 4 October 1922][1] Dear Michele, I’m only coming on Friday, 10 o’clock,[2] because I had to postpone the depar- ture by one day, that is, together with Vero.[3] To a happy reunion, yours, Albert. 378. Poem to Albert and Luise Karr-Krüsi [Hof Mayenbühl, on or before 6 October 1922][1] [Not selected for translation.] 379. Travel Diary Japan, Palestine, Spain [6 October 1922–12 March 1923] 6th October. Night trip in overfilled train after reunion with Besso and Chavan.[1] Lost my wife at border. 7th Oct. Sunrise shortly before arrival in Marseille. Silhouettes of austere flat houses surrounded by pines. Marseille, narrow alleyways. Well-endowed women. Vegetative living. We were taken in tow by honest-looking youth, let down in ghastly inn by the station. Beetles in the morning coffee. Errand to the shipping office and to the old harbor near the old city quarter. By the ship,[2] energetic dispatch of the scamp, who drove away offended after a jarring ride to harbor on luggage cart over dreadfully bumpy pavement of Marseille. There, just verbal bag- gage check. Friendly welcome by ship officer. Comfortably settled in cabin. Made acquaintance of young Japanese physician whom a Munich medical doctor had thrown out with an inflammatory ultimatum to scholars of the Entente countries.[3] 8th Oct. Leisurely morning in the harbor. Joyous greeting by rotund Russian Jewess, who recognizes my being a Jew. Noon casting off in bright sunshine. Vir- tually only English and Japanese on the ship. Quiet, fine company. After exiting the harbor, wonderful view of Marseille and its framing hills. Then by dazzling, craggy [p. 1] [p. 1v]