text_original: Nothing you can do counts." On August 22nd she had written from London after a flight of hardship and horrors: "We're here at last. I cannot believe that there is a place where people are safe, where they do not fly and starve.
text_transcription: NOTHING YOU CAN DO COUNTS ON AUGUST TWENTY SECOND SHE HAD WRITTEN FROM LONDON AFTER A FLIGHT OF HARDSHIP AND HORRORS WE ARE HERE AT LAST I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THERE IS A PLACE WHERE PEOPLE ARE SAFE WHERE THEY DO NOT FLY AND STARVE
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ juː kæn dˈuː kˈaʊnts." ˌɔn ˈɔːɡəst twˈɛnti sˈɛkənd ʃiː hæd ɹˈɪʔn̩ fɹʌm lˈʌndən ˈæftɚɹ ɐ flˈaɪt ʌv hˈɑːɹdʃɪp ænd hˈɔɹɚz: "wɪɹ hˈɪɹ æt lˈæst. aɪ kænˈɑːt bᵻlˈiːv ðæt ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ pˈiːpəl ɑːɹ sˈeɪf, wˌɛɹ ðeɪ duːnˌɑːt flˈaɪ ænd stˈɑːɹv.