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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　clerks　office　took　an　extra　beating　because　the　firemen　flooded　the　entire　building　instead　of　just　putting　out　the　fire。　that　does　my　heart　good！

the　carlton　hotel　has　been　destroyed。　two　british　planes　loaded　with　firebombs　landed　right　on　top　of　the　german　officers　club。　the　entire　corner　of　vijzelstraat　and　singel　has　gone　up　in　flames。　the　number　of　air　strikes　on　german　cities　is　increasing　daily。　we　havent　had　a　good　nights　rest　in　ages；　and　i　have　bags　under　my　eyes　from　lack　of　sleep。

our　food　is　terrible。　breakfast　consists　of　plain；　unbuttered　brea　and　ersatz　coffee。　for　the　last　two　weeks　lunch　has　been　e。　spinach　or　cooked　lettuce　with　huge　potatoes　that　have　a　rotten；　sweetish　taste。　if　youre　trying　to　diet；　the　annex　is　the　place　to　be！　upstairs　they　plain　bitterly；　but　we　dont　think　its　such　a　tragedy。

all　the　dutch　men　who　either　fought　or　were　mobilized　in　1940　have　been　called　up　to　work　in　prisoner…of…war　camps。　i　bet　theyre　taking　this　precaution　because　of　the　invasion！

yours；　anne　

　　



MAY；　1943

灏忥紝璇达蓟t。xt锛诲ぉ鍫傦綕
saturday；　may　1；　1943

dearest　kitty；

yesterday　was　dussels　birthday。　at　first　he　acted　as　if　he　didnt　want　to　celebrate　it；　but　when　miep　arrived　with　a　large　shopping　bag　overflowing　with　gifts；　he　was　as　excited　as　a　little　kid。　his　darling　lotje〃　has　sent　him　eggs；　butter；　cookies；　lemonade；　bread；　cognac；　spice　cake；　flowers；　oranges；　chocolate；　books　and　writing　paper。　he　piled　his　presents　on　a　table　and　displayed　them　for　no　fewer　than　three　days；　the　silly　old　goat！

you　mustnt　get　the　idea　that　hes　starving。　we　found　bread；　cheese；　jam　and　eggs　in　his　cupboard。　its　absolutely　disgraceful　that　dussel；　whom　weve　treated　with　such　kindness　and　whom　we　took　in　to　save　from　destruction；　should　stuff　himself　behind　our　backs　and　not　give　us　anything。　after　all；　weve　shared　all　we　had　with　him！　but　whats　worse；　in　our　opinion；　is　that　hes　so　stingy　with　respect　to　mr。　kleiman；　mr。

voskuijl　and　bep。　he　doesnt　give　them　a　thing。　in　dussels　view　the　oranges　that　kleiman　so　badly　needs　for　his　sick　stomach　will　benefit　his　own　stomach　even　more。

tonight　the　guns　have　been　banging　away　so　much　that　ive　already　had　to　gather　up　my　belongings　four　times。　today　i　packed　a　suitcase　wl　f；the　stuff　id　need　in　case　we　had　to　flee；　but　as　m　ther　correctly　noted；　〃where　would　you　go？鈥�

all　of　holland　is　being　punishe　or　the　workers　strikes。　martial　law　has　been　declared；　and　everyone　is　going　to　get　one　less　butter　coupon。　what　naughty　children。

i　washed　mothers　hair　this　evening；　which　is　no　easy　task　these　days。　we　have　to　use　a　very　sticky　liquid　cleanser　because　theres　no　more　shampoo。　besides　that；　moms　had　a　hard　time　bing　her　hair　because　the　family　b　has　only　ten　teeth　left。

yours；　anne　

sunday；　may　2；　1943

when　i　think　about　our　lives　here；　i　usually　e　to　the　conclusion　that　we　live　in　a　paradise　pared　to　the　jews　who　arent　in　hiding。　all　the　same；　later　on；　when

everything　has　returned　to　normal；　ill　probably　wonder　how　we；　who　always　lived　in　such　fortable　circumstances；　could　have　〃sunk〃　so　low。　with　respect　to　manners；　i　mean。　for　example；　the　same　oilcloth　has　covered　the　dining　table　ever　since　weve　been　here。　after　so　much　use；　its　hardly　what　youd　call　spotless。　i　do　my　best　to　clean　it；　but　since　the　dishcloth　was　also　purchased　before　we　went　into　hiding　and　consists　of　more　holes　than　cloth；　its　a　thankless　task。　the　van　daans　have　been　sleeping　all　winter　long　on　the　same　flannel　sheet；　which　cant　be　washed　because　detergent　is　rationed　and　in　short　supply。　besides；　its　of　such　poor　quality　that　its　practically　useless。　father　is　walking　around　in　frayed　trousers；　and　his　tie　is　also　showing　signs　of　wear　and　tear。　mamas　corset　snapped　today　and　is　beyond　repair；　while　margot　is　wearing　a　bra　thats　two　sizes　too　small；　mother　and　margot　have　shared　the　same　three　undershorts　the　entire　winter；　and　mine　are　so　small　they　dont　even　cover　my　stomach。　these　are　all　things　that　can　be　overe；　but　i　sometimes　wonder：　how　can　we；　whose　every　possession；　from　my　underpants　to　fathers　shaving　brush；　is　so　old　and　worn；　ever　hope　to　regain　the　position　we　had　before　the　war？

sunday；　may　2；　1943

the　attitude　of　the　annex　residents　toward　the　war　mr。　van　daan。　in　the　opinion　of　us　all；　this　revered　gentleman　has　great　insight　into　politics。　nevertheless；　he　predicts　well　have　to　stay　here　until　the　end　of　43。　thats　a　very　long　time；　and　yet　its　possible　to　hold　out　until　then。　but　who　can　assure　us　that　this　war；　which　has　caused　nothing　but　pain　and　sorrow；　will　then　be　over？　and　that　nothing　will　have　happened　to　us　and　our　helpers　long　before　that　time？　no　one！

thats　why　each　and　every　day　is　filled　with　tension。　expectation　and　hope　generate　tension；　as　does　fear　　for　example；　when　we　hear　a　noise　inside　or　outside　the　house；　when　the　guns　go　off　or　when　we　read　new　〃proclamations〃　in　the　paper；　since　were　afraid　our　helpers　might　be　forced　to　go　into　hiding　themselves　sometime。　these　days　everyone　is　talking　about　having　to　hide。　we　dont　know　how　many　people　are　actually　in　hiding；　of　course；　the　number　is　relatively　small　pared　to　the　general　population；　but　later　on　well　no　doubt　be　astonished　at　how　many　good　people　in　holland　were　willing　to　take　jews　and　christians；　with　or　without　money；　into　their　homes。　therere　also　an　unbelievable　number　of　people　with　false　identity　papers。

mrs。　van　daan。　when　this　beautiful　damsel　（by　her　own　account）　heard　that　it　was　getting　easier　these　days　to　obtain　false　ids；　she　immediately　proposed　that　we　each　have　one　made。　as　if　there　were　nothing　to　it；　as　if　father　and　mr。　van　daan　were　made　of　money。

mrs。　van　daan　is　always　sating　the　most　ridiculous　things；　and　her　putti　is　often

exasperated。　but　thats　not　surprising；　because　one　day　kerli　announces；　〃when　this　is　allover；　im　going　to　have　myself　baptized〃；　and　the　next；　〃as　long　as　i　can　remember；　ive　wanted　to　go　to　jerusalem。　i　only　feel　at　home　with　other　jews！鈥�

pim　is　a　big　optimist；　but　he　always　has　his　reasons。

mr。　dussel　makes　up　everything　as　he　goes　along；　and　anyone　wishing　to　contradict　his　majesty　had　better　think　twice。　in　alfred　dussels　home　his　word　is　law；　but　that　doesnt　suit　anne　frank　in　the　least。

what　the　other　members　of　the　annex　family　think　about　the　war　doesnt　matter。

when　it　es　to　politics；　these　four　are　the　only　ones　who　count。　actually；　only　two　of　them　do；　but　madame　van　daan　and　dussel　include　themselves　as　well。

tuesday；　may　18；　1943

dearest　kit；　i　recently　witnessed　a　fierce　dogfight　between　german　and　english　pilots。

unfortunately；　a　couple　of　allied　airmen　had　to　jump　out　of　their　burning　plane。　our　milkman；　who　lives　in　halfweg；　saw　four　canadians　sitting　along　the　side　of　the　road；　and　one　of　them　spoke　fluent　dutch。　he　asked　the　milkman　if　he　had　a　light　for　his　cigarette；　and　then　told　him　the　crew　had　consisted　of　six　men。　the　pilot　had　been　burned　to　death；　and　the　fifth　crew　member　had　hidden　himself　somewhere。　the　german　security　police　came　to　pick　up　the　four　remaining　men；　none　of　whom　were　injured。　after　parachuting　out　of　a　flaming　plane；　how　can　anyone　have　such　presence　of　mind？

although　its　undeniably　hot；　we　have　to　light　a　fire　every　other　day　to　burn　our　vegetable　peelings　and　garbage。　we　cant　throw　anything　into　trash　cans；　because　the　warehouse　employees　might　see　it。　one　small　act　of　carelessness　and　were　done　for！

all　college　students　are　being　asked　to　sign　an　official　statement　to　the　effect　that　they　〃sympathize　with　the　germans　and　approve　of　the　new　order。〃　eighty　percent　have　decided　to　obey　the　dictates　of　their　conscience；　but　the　penalty　will　be　severe。

any　student　refusing　to　sign　will　be　sent　to　a　german　labor　camp。　whats　to　bee　of　the　youth　of　our　country　if　theyve　all　got　to　do　hard　labor　in　germany？

last　night　the　guns　were　making　so　much　noise　that　mother　shut　the　window；　i　was　in　pims　bed。　suddenly；　right　above　our　heads；　we　heard　mrs。　van　d。　leap　up；　as　if