My Years with Ludwig von Mises.pdf - The Ludwig von Mises Institute

International Studies) in Geneva, Switzerland, that this meant a
great opportunity for him, and that he therefore had accepted the
appointment.
When I heard him say that, it seemed as if the sun had suddenly
gone down. My hands dropped, I could not speak. This was a blow
that hit me harder than any chilling wind. I never thought he could
go away like this. He took me in his arms, held me firmly, and went
on: "I'll see you often ... give me time ... trust me, I love you, I
love you so much ... stay as you are ... I need you." It took a long
time before I could pull myself together; I felt the tears rushing to
my eyes. I did not want to cry; I knew how unhappy it made him to
see me crying.
For Lu this had been an unusually quick decision. Lu was
usually so slow in deciding important matters that I once jokingly
called him Fabius Cunctator. In taking leave of absence from the
Chamber of Commerce, the university-and of me-he found the
courage to tell me about it only after he had decided. But I believed
and trusted him, as I always did. He had never lied to me.
We were never more in love than we were that summer.
From Ferleiten we went to Hallein to see the Salzbergwerke,
and before returning to Vienna we spent one week in Salzburg,
attending the Festspiele. Every day was a special day, and I tried
to forget what I knew would be coming.
In Vienna we met every day until the very day he left for Geneva
-October 3, 1934. He wrote often, telling me about the new apartment
he had taken, the friends he had met, and his work at the
institute. He returned to Vienna at Christmas, and as always, we
spent much time together.
The years went by. He came very often, sometimes in the middle
of the week, for only a day or two. It was a blessing for me that I
had so much work to do. Curt Bois, a well-known Austrian actor,
had acquired the rights for a play by Massingham, The Lake. He
planned to produce the play himself and play the lead, and he
asked me to do an adaptation for him. He was very happy about my
work. Marton was also happy with another play that I had adapted
from the French. It was done from Sardou's play Dora, and I
called it Diplomacy and Love. It was accepted by the Akademietheater
in Vienna and came out in a very good production with
excellent reviews and-most pleasing for me, of course-commendations
for the translator.
On April 18, 1937, Lu's mother died. Lu came for the funeral
and left soon afterward. That summer we spent again in the Austrian
mountains. Everywhere we felt change. When we were
climbing a mountain near the German border, the villagers, who
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