Dear Madhuri,

Thank you for your letter of July 13. I did recover from my illness; 
weeds don't die, but neither do they get younger. As I may have told you, 
the day after we encountered each other on Sun Country Flight 254, 
I turned 87. It's been a long, colorful and varied life. 
I have much to be grateful for. But I'm slowing down and wearing out; 
it can't, it won't go on forever.

Much of my life I've spent writing. Mostly in German, but some in English.
If you're interested, you may find on my website: 
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer
a few artcles in English:
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer/preface050613.html
Of the novels, written in German, I've translated two chapters:
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer/andere/E07.html
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer/freunde/appendix.html
There are also snatches of autobiography:
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer/notes/Flanders.html
and an obituary for my sister:
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer/notes/margrit.html
and a few essays in literary criticism:
http://home.earthlink.net/~ernstmeyer/bookgroup/bookgroupindex.html

In addition, there are voluminous sets of letters in English
to which I could provide you the URL's. 
All this information only for the sake of completeness. 
There is no reason why you should want to know more about me. 
I have no interest in advertising or in promoting myself. 
If you want to correspond with me, the story must become yours:
you must teach your self to write about your own life:
about your childhood, about your friends, about your family,
about your work, about your dreams, about your marriage ... 
You will find me an interested and sympathetic reader; 
but above all, if you learn to write you will discover yourself.
You will discover who you are.

I send you my very best wishes,
Jochen Meyer