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calisthenics：　daily。

singing：　only　softly；　and　after　6　p。m。

movies：　prior　arrangements　required。

classes：　a　weekly　correspondence　course　in　shorthand。　courses　in　english；　french；　math　and　history　offered　at　any　hour　of　the　day　or　night。　payment　in　the　form　of　tutoring；　e。g。；　dutch。

separate　department　for　the　care　of　small　household　pets　（with　the　exception　of　vermin；　for　which　special　permits　are　required）。

mealtimes：

breakfast：　at　9　a。m。　daily　except　holidays　and　sundays；　at　approximately　11：30　a。m。

on　sundays　and　holidays。

lunch：　a　light　meal。　from　1：15　p。m。　to　1：45　p。m。

dinner：　mayor　not　be　a　hot　meal。

mealtime　depends　on　news　broadcasts。

obligations　with　respect　to　the　supply　corps：　residents　must　be　prepared　to　help　with　office　work　at　all　times。　baths：　the　washtub　is　available　to　all　residents　after　9　a。m。

on　sundays。　residents　may　bathe　in　the　bathroom；　kitchen；　private　office　or　front　office；　as　they　choose。

alcohol：　for　medicinal　purposes　only。

the　end。

yours；　anne　

thursday；　november　19；　1942

dearest　kitty；

just　as　we　thought；　mr。　dussel　is　a　very　nice　man。　of　course　he　didnt　mind　sharing　a

room　with　me；　to　be　honest；　im　not　exactly　delighted　at　having　a　stranger　use　my　things；　but　you　have　to　make　sacrifices　for　a　good　cause；　and　im　glad　i　can　make　this　small　one。　〃if　we　can　save　even　one　of　our　friends；　the　rest　doesnt　matter；〃　said　father；　and　hes　absolutely　right。

the　first　day　mr。　dussel　was　here；　he　asked　me　all　sorts　of　questions　　for　example；　what　time　the　cleaning　lady　es　to　the　office；　how　weve　arranged　to　use　the　washroom　and　when　were　allowed　to　go　to　the　toilet。　you　may　laugh；　but　these　things　arent　so　easy　in　a　hiding　place。　during　the　daytime　we　cant　make　any　noise　that　might　be　heard　downstairs；　and　when　someone　else　is　there；　like　the　cleaning　lady；　we　have　to　be　extra　careful。　i　patiently　explained　all　this　to　mr。　dussel；　but　i　was　surprised　to　see　how　slow　he　is　to　catch　on。　he　asks　everything　twice　and　still　cant　remember　what　youve　told　him。

maybe　hes　just　confused　by　the　sudden　change　and　hell　get　over　it。　otherwise；　everything　is　going　fine。

mr。　dussel　has　told　us　much　about　the　outside　world　weve　missed　for　so　long。　he　had　sad　news。　countless　friends　and　acquaintances　have　been　taken　off　to　a　dreadful　fate。　night　after　night；　green　and　gray　military　vehicles　cruise　the　streets。　they　knock　on　every　door；　asking　whether　any　jews　live　there。　if　so；　the　whole　family　is　immediately　taken　away。　if　not；　they　proceed　to　the　next　house。　its　impossible　to　escape　their　clutches　unless　you　go　into　hiding。　they　often　go　around　with　lists；　knocking　only　on　those　doors　where　they　know　theres　a　big　haul　to　be　made。　they　frequently　offer　a　bounty；　so　much　per　head。　its　like　the　slave　hunts　of　the　olden　days。　i　dont　mean　to　make　light　ofthisj　its　much　too　tragic　for　that。　in　the　evenings　when　its　dark；　i　often　see　long　lines　of　good；　innocent　people；　acpanied　by　crying　children；　walking　on　and　on；　ordered　about　by　a　handful　of　men　who　bully　and　beat　them　until　they　nearly　drop。　no　one　is　spared。　the　sick；　the　elderly；　children；　babies　and　pregnant　women　　all　are　marched　to　their　death。

were　so　fortunate　here；　away　from　the　turmoil。　we　wouldnt　have　to　give　a　moments　thought　to　all　this　suffering　if　it　werent　for　the　fact　that　were　so　worried　about　those　we　hold　dear；　whom　we　can　no　longer　help。　i　feel　wicked　sleeping　in　a　warm　bed；　while　somewhere　out　there　my　dearest　friends　are　dropping　from　exhaustion　or　being　knocked　to　the　ground。

i　get　frightened　myself　when　i　think　of　close　friends　who　are　now　at　the　mercy　of　the　cruelest　monsters　ever　to　stalk　the　earth。

and　all　because　theyre　jews。

yours；　anne　

friday；　november　20；　1942

dearest　kitty；

we　dont　really　know　how　to　react。　up　to　now　very　little　news　about　the　jews　had　reached　us　here；　and　we　thought　it　best　to　stay　as　cheerful　as　possible。　every　now　and　then　miep　used　to　mention　what　had　happened　to　a　friend；　and　mother　or　mrs。

van　daan　would　start　to　cry；　so　she　decided　it　was　better　not　to　say　any　more。　but　we　bombarded　mr。　dussel　with　questions；　and　the　stories　he　had　to　tell　were　so　gruesome　and　dreadful　that　we　cant　get　them　out　of　our　heads。　once　weve　had　time　to　digest　the　news；　well　probably　go　back　to　our　usual　joking　and　teasing。　it　wont　do　us　or　those　outside　any　good　if　we　continue　to　be　as　gloomy　as　we　are　now。　and　what　would　be　the　point　of　turning　the　secret　annex　into　a　melancholy　annex？

no　matter　what　im　doing；　i　cant　help　thinking　about　those　who　are　gone。　i　catch　myself　laughing　and　remember　that　its　a　disgrace　to　be　so　cheerful。　but　am　i　supposed　to　spend　the　whole　day　crying？　no；　i　cant　do　that。　this　gloom　will　pass。

added　to　this　misery　theres　another；　but　of　a　more　personal　nature；　and　it　pales　in　parison　to　the　suffering　ive　just　told　you　about。　still；　i　cant　help　telling　you　that　lately　ive　begun　to　feel　deserted。　im　surrounded　by　too　great　a　void。　i　never　used　to　give　it　much　thought；　since　my　mind　was　filled　with　my　friends　and　having　a　good　time。　now　i　think　either　about　unhappy　things　or　about　myself。　its　taken　a　while；　but　ive　finally　realized　that　father；　no　matter　how　kind　he　may　be；　cant　take　the　place　of　my　former　world。　when　it　es　to　my　feelings；　mother　and　margot　ceased　to　count　long　ago。

but　why　do　i　bother　you　with　this　foolishness？　im　terribly　ungrateful；　kitty；　i　know；　but　when　ive　been　scolded　for　the　umpteenth　time　and　have　all　these　other　woes　to　think　about　as　well；　my　head　begins　to　reel！

yours；　anne　

saturday；　november　2g；　1942

dearest　kitty；

weve　been　using　too　much　electricity　and　have　now　exceeded　our　ration。　the　result：

excessive　economy　and　the　prospect　of　having　the　electricity　cut　off。　no　light　for　fourteen　days；　thats　a　pleasant　thought；　isnt　it？　but　who　knows；　maybe　it　wont　be　so　long！　its　too　dark　to　read　after　four　or　four…thirty；　so　we　while　away　the　time　with　all　kinds　of　crazy　activities：　telling　riddles；　doing　calisthenics　in　the　dark；　speaking　english　or　french；　reviewing　books　　after　a　while　everything　gets　boring。　yesterday　i　discovered　a　new　pastime：　using　a　good　pair　of　binoculars　to　peek　into　the　lighted　rooms　of　the　neighbors。　during　the　day　our　curtains　cant　be　opened；　not　even　an　inch；　but　theres　no　harm　when　its　so　dark。

i　never　knew　that　neighbors　could　be　so　interesting。　ours　are；　at　any　rate。　ive　e　across　a　few　at　dinner；　one　family　making　home　movies　and　the　dentist　across　the　way　working　on　a　frightened　old　lady。

mr。　dussel；　the　man　who　was　said　to　get　along　so　well　with　children　and　to　absolutely　adore　them；　has　turned　out　to　be　an　old…fashioned　disciplinarian　and　preacher　of　unbearably　long　sermons　on　manners。　since　i　have　the　singular　pleasure　（！）　of　sharing　my　far　too　narrow　room　with　his　excellency；　and　since　im　generally　considered　to　be　the　worst　behaved　of　the　three　young　people；　its　all　i　can　do　to　avoid　having　the　same　old　scoldings　and　admonitions　repeatedly　flung　at　my　head　and　to　pretend　not　to　hear。　this　wouldnt　be　so　bad　if　mr。　dussel　werent　such　a　tattletale　and　hadnt　singled　out　mother　to　be　the　recipient　of　his　reports。　if　mr。　dussels　just　read　me　the　riot　act；　mother　lectures　me　all　over　again；　this　time　throwing　the　whole　book　at　me。

and　if　im　really　lucky；　mrs。　van　d。　calls　me　to　account　five　minutes　later　and　lays　down　the　law　as　well！

really；　its　not　easy　being　the　badly　brought…up　center　of　attention　of　a　family　of　nitpickers。

in　bed　at　night；　as　i　ponder　my　many　sins　and　exaggerated　shortings；　i　get　so　confused　by　the　sheer　amount　of　things　i　have　to　consider　that　i　either　laugh　or　cry；　depending　on　my　mood。　then　i　fall　asleep　with　the　strange　feeling　of　wanting　to　be　different　than　i　am　or　being　different　than　i　want　to　be；　or　perhaps　of　behaving　differently　than　i　am　or　want　to　be。

oh　dear；　now　im　confusing　you　too。　forgive　me；　but　i　dont　like　crossing　things　out；　and　in　these　times　of　scarcity；　tossing　away　a　piece　of　paper　is　clearly　taboo。　so　i　can　only　advise　you　not　to　reread　the　above　passage　and　to　make　no　attempt　to　get　to　the　bottom　of　it；　because　youll　never　find　your　way　out　again！

yours；　anne　

w　w　w。x　iaoshu　ot