John Weber
New York, United States of American
2220 Bayard Street Tenement
Angebeteter dear John,
I write to you out of love and news from the now distant Germany. I hope this letter found you well. I write to you after many years have passed, about a revelation I had three fortnights ago. While on a stroll on Königstraße street with my lady friends, buying the righteous pomegranates from the depth of the Mediterranean. Where I came across the great writing of the Great Karl Marx Communist: The Communist Manifesto. Marx discusses the depth of the Western world clash between the Wealthy and the working-class, his thoughts.
And my dear I can proudly say I see the stars and heard the uplifting whispers of the great Karl Marx. This wise man has opened my selfish bourgeoisie eyes to the distortion of the social class system.
My dear John, I never experienced such heartache as seeing you leave grasps in the arms of my father’s men, as you were pulled away from the affair we once shared. I now see from reading Marx’s greatswords. I know we were truly cursed for this fate of love. Like Romeo and Juliet destined to a cursed fate. All because we were born in a world where “The ruling ideas of each age have ever been the ideas of its ruling class.”
That world was ours for so long, that we wanted to break free and enjoy life. Sadly ended up breaking from within one another’s souls. We wanted to break the sickening cycle of higher class ruling and poor serving, but we never knew how. We knew we needed something but didn’t know what, so we lay with one another to rebel against this world rule. This ruling that Marx points out is the central desire in our affair, Darling.
This desire to leave our inhabitant environments we were so tired of, that the only escape was a love affair; that ended with me married to Dr. Jack and landed you in America doing, God help is pleasant labor work.
Liebe ist blind indeed J.
I have seen the honorable riches of the rich fall to the painful gasp of the working class. . As citizens, my German folks, I have seen the Grausamkeit they are subject to.
Slumber on the merciless streets during the harsh winter nights as I slept and complained about in the fanciest beds made out of the softest cotton that could travel the red sea, blissful in warmth. All because my class looks at them as only proletarian.
For years I have been a child of wealth, my Love. A bourgeoisie. The rare diamonds and priceless gold that hung on my Mink fur Coat used to hold the sorrow of any pain that crossed my priceless heart, but now it is the cause of the pain. For it is a reminder of the clash of social class that was thrust on us from birth.
The one I was born in.
Mein Herz,
I sincerely apologize for my involvement in our affair. I should have fixed my class before I ruined yours. I will always hold a piece of you, as I pray and hold you do the same .
-Sincerely, yours Kat, Katherine 4.11.1857
