MIERNIK: Hello, Zofia? Zofia?
“ZOFIA”: Tadeusz? Why are you calling?
MIERNIK: Must I have a reason to call my sister? I am lonely for you.
“ZOFIA”: And I for you, Tadeusz. How is Geneva?
MIERNIK: Beautiful. Beautiful. Spring is here.
“ZOFIA”: Warsaw is beautiful, too. Perhaps you cannot remember.
MIERNIK: I remember every day. Zofia, I would like a little holiday.
“ZOFIA”: So would I. It must be the weather.
MIERNIK: With you, I mean. Can you come to me here?
“ZOFIA”: How? I have my studies.
MIERNIK: Have you a passport?
“ZOFIA”: No, I have no passport.
MIERNIK: I should love it if you could get one and come to me for a few days. We will go walking in the Jura.
“ZOFIA”: Why not the Alps? (Laughter)
MIERNIK: There is snow in the Alps.
“ZOFIA”: The Jura, then. I wish that I could, Tadeusz.
MIERNIK: Perhaps you can. Apply for a passport. I long to see you. Write to me when you are coming.
“ZOFIA”: I will try, if I can arrange my studies and a passport.
MIERNIK: I will wait for your letter. Good-bye.
“ZOFIA”: Good-bye, Tadeusz.