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ly　last　night；　and　we　werent　sure　if　hed　given　bep　the　key　and　shed　forgotten　to　lock　the　door。

but　that　was　of　little　importance　now。　the　night　had　just　begun；　and　we　still　werent　sure　what　to　expect。　we　were　somewhat　reassured　by　the　fact　that　between　eight…fifteen　　when　the　burglar　had　first　entered　the　building　and　put　our　lives　in　jeopardy；　and　ten…thirty；　we　hadnt　heard　a　sound。　the　more　we　thought　about　it；　the　less　likely　it　seemed　that　a　burglar　would　have　forced　a　door　so　early　in　the　evening；

when　there　were　still　people　out　on　the　streets。　besides　that；　it　occurred　to　us　that　the　warehouse　manager　at　the　keg　pany　next　door　might　still　have　been　at　work。

what　with　the　excitement　and　the　thin　walls；　its　easy　to　mistake　the　sounds。

besides；　your　imagination　often　plays　tricks　on　you　in　moments　of　danger。

so　we　went　to　bed；　though　not　to　sleep。　father　and　mother　and　mr。　dussel　were　awake　most　of　the　night；　and　im　not　exaggerating　when　i　say　that　i　hardly　got　a　wink　of　sleep。　this　morning　the　men　went　downstairs　to　see　if　the　outside　door　was　still　locked；　but　all　was　well！

of　course；　we　gave　the　entire　office　staff　a　blow…by…blow　account　of　the　incident；　which　had　been　far　from　pleasant。　its　much　easier　to　laugh　at　these　kinds　of　things　after　theyve　happened；　and　bep　was　the　only　one　who　took　us　seriously。

yours；　anne　

ps。　this　morning　the　toilet　was　clogged；　and　father　had　to　stick　in　a　long　wooden　pole　and　fish　out　several　pounds　of　excrement　and　strawberry　recipes　（which　is　what　we　use　for　toilet　paper　these　days）。　afterward　we　burned　the　pole。

saturday；　march　27；　1943

dearest　kitty；

weve　finished　our　shorthand　course　and　are　now　working　on　improving　our　speed。

arent　we　smart！　let　me　tell　you　more　about　my　〃time　killers〃　（this　is　what　i　call　my　courses；　because　all　we　ever　do　is　try　to　make　the　days　go　by　as　quickly　as　possible　so　we　are　that　much　closer　to　the　end　of　our　time　here）。　i　adore　mythology；　espe　cially　the　greek　and　roman　gods。　everyone　here　thinks　my　interest　is　just　a　passing　fancy；　since　theyve　never　heard　of　a　teenager　with　an　appreciation　of　mythology。　well　then；　i　guess　im　the　first！

mr。　van　daan　has　a　cold。　or　rather；　he　has　a　scratchy　throat；　but　hes　making　an　enormous　to…do　over　it。　he　gargles　with　camomile　tea；　coats　the　roof　of　his　mouth　with　a　tincture　of　myrrh　and　rubs　mentholatum　over　his　chest；　nose；　gums　and　tongue。

and　to　top　it　off；　hes　in　a　foul　mood！

rauter；　some　german　bigwig；　recently　gave　a　speech。　〃all　jews　must　be　out　of　the　german…occupied　territories　before　july　1。　the　province　of　utrecht　will　be　cleansed　of　jews　＇as　if　they　were　cockroaches＇　between　april　1　and　may　1；　and　the　provinces　of　north　and　south　holland　between　may　1　and　june　1。〃　these　poor　people　are　being

shipped　off　to　filthiy　slaughterhouses　like　a　herd　of　sick　and　neglected　cattle。　but　ill　say　no　more　on　the　subject。　my　own　thoughts　give　me　nightmares！

one　good　piece　of　news　is　that　the　labor　exchange　was　set　on　fire　in　an　act　of　sabotage。　a　few　days　later　the　county　clerks　office　also　went　up　in　flames。　men　posing　as　german　police　bound　and　gagged　the　guards　and　managed　to　destroy　some　important　documents。

yours；　anne　

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APRIL；　1943

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thursday；　april　1；　1943

dearest　kitty；

im　not　really　in　the　mood　for　pranks　（see　the　date）。

on　the　contrary；　today　i　can　safely　quote　the　saying〃　misfortunes　never　e　singly。鈥�

first；　mr。　kleiman；　our　merry　sunshine；　had　another　bout　of　gastrointestinal　hemorrhaging　yesterday　and　will　have　to　stay　in　bed　for　at　least　three　weeks。　i　should　tell　you　that　his　stomach　has　been　bothering　him　quite　a　bit；　and　theres　no　cure。　second；　bep　has　the　flu。　third；　mr。　voskuijl　has　to　go　to　the　hospital　next　week。

he　probably　has　an　ulcer　and　will　have　to　undergo　surgery。　fourth；　the　managers　of　pomosin　industries　came　from　frankfurt　to　discuss　the　new　opekta　deliveries。　father　had　gone　yer　the　important　points　with　mr。　kleiman；　and　there　wasnt　enough　time　to　give　mr。　kugler　a　thor　ough　briefing。

the　gentlemen　arrived　from　frankfurt；　and　father　was　already　shaking　at　the　thought　of　how　the　talks　would　go。　〃if　only　i　could　be　there；　if　only　i　were　downstairs；〃　he　exclaimed。

〃go　lie　down　with　your　ear　to　the　floor。　theyll　be　brought　to　the　private　office；　and　youll　be　able　to　hear　everything。　fathers　face　cleared；　and　yesterday　morning　at　ten…thirty　margot　and　pim　（two　ears　are　better　than　one）　took　up　their　posts　on　the　floor。　by　noon　the　talks　werent　finished；　but　father　was　in　no　shape　to　continue　his　listen　ing　campaign。　he　was　in　agony　from　having　to　lie　for　hours　in　such　an　unusual　and　unfortable　position。　at　two…thirty　we　heard　voices　in　the　hall；　and　i　took　his　place；　margot　kept　me　pany。　the　conversation　was　so　long…winded　and　boring　that　i　suddenly　fell　asleep　on　the　cold；　hard　linoleum。　margot　didnt　dare　touch　me　for　fear　theyd　hear　us；　and　of　course　she　couldnt　shout。　i　slept　for　a　good　half　hour　and　then　awoke　with　a　start；

having　forgotten　every　word　of　the　important　discussion。　luckily；　margot　had　paid　more　attention。

yours；　anne　

friday；　april　2；　1943

dearest　kitty；

oh　my；　another　item　has　been　added　to　my　list　of　sins。　last　night~　was　lying　in　bed；　waiting　for　father　to　tuck　me　in　an　say　my　prayers　with　me；　when　mother　came　into　the　room；　sat　on　my　bed　and　asked　very　gently；　〃anne；　daddy　isnt　ready。　how　about　if　i　listen　to　your　prayers　tonight？鈥�

〃no；　momsy；〃　i　replied。

mother　got　up；　stood　beside　my　bed　for　a　moment　and　then　slowly　walked　toward　the　door。　suddenly　she　turned；　her　face　contorted　with　pain；　and　said；　〃i　dont　want　to　be　angry　with　you。　i　cant　make　you　love　me！〃　a　few　tears　slid　down　her　cheeks　as　she　went　out　the　door。

i　lay　still；　thinking　how　mean　it　was　of　me　to　reject　her　so　cruelly；　but　i　also　knew　that　i　was　incapable　of　answering　her　any　other　way。　i　cant　be　a　hypocrite　and　pray　with　her　when　i　dont　feel　like　it。　it　just　doesnt　work　that　way。　i　felt　sorry　for　mother　　very；　very　sorry　　because　for　the　first　time　in　my　life　i　noticed　she　wasnt　indifferent　to　my　coldness。　i　saw　the　sorrow　in　her　face　when　she　talked　about　not　being　able　to　make　me　love　her。　its　hard　to　tell　the　truth；　and　yet　the　truth　is　that　shes　the　one　whos　rejected　me。　shes　the　one　whose　tactless　ments　and　cruel　jokes　about　matters　i　dont　think　are　funny　have　made　me　insensitive　to　any　sign　of　love　on　her　part。　just　as　my　heart　sinks　every　time　i　hear　her　harsh　words；　thats　how　her　heart　sank　when　she　realized　there　was　no　more　love　between　us。

she　cried　half　the　night　and　didnt　get　any　sleep。　father　has　avoided　looking　at　me；　and　if　his　eyes　do　happen　to　cross　mine；　i　can　read　his　unspoken　words：　〃how　can　you　be　so　unkind？　how　dare　you　make　your　mother　so　sad！鈥�

everyone　expects　me　to　apologize；　but　this　is　not　something　i　can　apologize　for；　because　i　told　the　truth；　and　sooner　or　later　mothjr　was　bound　to　find　out　anyway。　i　seem　to　be　indifferent　to　mothers　tears　and　fathers　glances；　and　i　am；　because　both　of　them　are　now　feeling　what　ive　always　felt。　i　can　only　feel　sorry　for　mother；　who　will　have　to　figure　out　what　her　attitude　should　be　all　by　herself。　for　my　part；　i　will

continue　to　remain　silent　and　aloof；　and　i　dont　intend　to　shrink　from　the　truth；　because　the　longer　its　postponed；　the　harder　it　will　be　for　them　to　accept　it　when　they　do　hear　it！

yours；　anne　

tuesday；　april　27；　1943

dearest　kitty；

the　house　is　still　trembling　from　the　aftereffects　of　the　quarrels。　everyone　is　mad　at　everyone　else：　mother　and　i；　mr。　van　daan　and　father；　mother　and　mrs。　van　d。

terrific　atmosphere；　dont　you　think？　once　again　annes　usual　list　of　shortings　has　been　extensively　aired。

our　german　visitors　were　back　last　saturday。　they　stayed　until　six。　we　all　sat　upstairs；　not　daring　to　move　an　inch。　if　theres　no　one　else　working　in　the　building　or　in　the　neighborhood；　you　can　hear　every　single　step　in　the　private　office。　ive　got　ants　in　my　pants　again　from　having　to　sit　still　so　long。

mr。　voskuijl　has　been　hospitalized；　but　mr。　kleimans　back　at　the　office。　his　stomach　stopped　bleeding　sooner　than　it　normally　does。　he　told　us　that　the　county　cl