Jean Gabin

There’s a wind blowing - my lamp has gone out and I’m cold. Jean - my beloved, I love you. My heart that loves you is stronger than all the dangers of the war, and the misery of a life without you is greater than all the suffering in this world. I need your arms, the warmth of your body. I need you in order to live - my adored angel - come back and don’t say ‘If we meet again…’

Extract from Marlene Dietrich’s diary