January 14, 2011 St. Mary Evangelical Lutheran Church, Chekov’s Street 10, Yalta, Crimea, Ukraine 98600; Tel.: (0654) 326400 (0654) 234609 Email: [email protected] mobile telephone: 068 47 18 624 Dear Pastor Gutsche, Thank you for your letter of December 12, 2010. Thanks to God things are going well in our congregation. The Lord has aided us in winning a victory in a four-year battle against local people who were difficult to deal with. We were able to save our church building from sale to merchants who had the intention of building a 22 story building here. One tried to get our congregation to move from the building. Certainly we have people who would like to emigrate, since there is much which is not right and unemployment is growing. One person asked me to ask you what was necessary for immigration to Canada and if there would be a guarantee that she would have work and a residence in Canada. She is raising a son on her own and for this reason it is important to find out more about the things that have to do with emigration. And we ask you very kindly to report to us about everything what she and other people here who would like to immigrate to Canada can be expected to encounter. I am sending you a photo of our church ensemble and the lady is on it with her son. Many hearty greetings to you and your congregation and may God keep you. Pastor Waldemar Emmerich and the congregation. P.S. Please find enclosed my text of the song about Yalta, the melody is from Santa Lucia. By the words: “I’ve come back home” I mean coming to our Lord. Sincerely Yours. Amazing Yalta. Wonderful Black Sea, azure seascape, wind fondles white sails on the sea’s nape. Refrain: Waves kiss our sainted land, amazing Yalta, amazing Yalta, amazing Yalta, amazing Yalta. Shapely Ai Petri, Rocks of Gurzuf, meet lovely sun with happy smiles. Refrain: Cool spring refreshes with crystal water, a fairytale castle, flies as the seagull. Refrain: I’ve come back home to native harbours, overcoming blizzards, and breaking storms. Refrain: German: Schwarzmeer-Wellen, Spielen mit der Sonne; Wind kost die Segeln mit grosser Wonne. Refrain: Herrliches Jalta, heilige Erde kuessen die Wellen in Morgenroete. Schlanker Ai-Petri, die Felsen von Gursuf, gruessen den Morgen mit froehlichem Laecheln. Refrain: Ein Maerchenschloss hebt sich stolz gen Himmel, der Brunnen erfrischet die trockenen Kehlen. Refrain: Ich bin zurueck im Heimathafen, durch Wind und Sturm un angelandet. Refrain: