Dear Bilal,
I hate to trouble you, but I sent a letter to your teacher three weeks ago from Sibiu and have yet to hear back from him. I sent it to the cafe's address, of course, with your name on the envelope. Did you receive it at all, or has something gone wrong with the international post? I do hope my correspondence finds you.
In case he never did receive word from me, I would like you both to know that I am safe and well. I am taking care of my health, though it's not nearly as easy here as it s when I have you two taking such excellent care of me. Please, don't worry about me, and don't let Marlowe worry about me either. He should only be concerned with his own well being right now. I know that he is well cared for under your devoted attentions, and I must thank you for that, my friend. You are an irreplaceable treasure. We would be lost without you.
Along with this letter, I am sending you a tin of the herbal tea that is made, served, and sold at the small open front tea house that stands within short walking distance of my rental flat. I haven't tasted the tea, of course, but I love the way it smells. I've seen people drink it hot or cold, but always without anything added to it, no sugar, no milk or honey, just allowing the flavors to stand alone. I think it has arvensis in it, wild mint, which you like, if I remember correctly. Please, have a cup for me, and when you return my post, describe to me exactly how it tastes, so that I might indulge in a vicarious experience. I would enjoy that very much.
Hopefully I won't he to spend too much time worrying while I wait for you and Marlowe to get back to me. In the meantime, I will continue to collect pieces of this place to send to you. I think you would like it here. It has a lovely night sky, full of constellations.
Be well, my friend, and write soon.
Salaam,
Eve