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till　kept　running　through　my　mind。

margot　and　i　started　packing　our　most　important　belongings　into　a　schoolbag。　the　first　thing　i　stuck　in　was　this　diary；　and　then　curlers；　handkerchiefs；　schoolbooks；　a　b　and　some　old　letters。　preoccupied　by　the　thought　of　going　into　hiding；　i　stuck　the　craziest　things　in　the　bag；　but　im　not　sorry。　memories　mean　more　to　me　than　dresses。

father　finally　came　hqme　around　five　oclock；　and　we　called　mr。　kleiman　to　ask　if　he　could　e　by　that　evening。　mr。　van　daan　left　and　went　to　get　miep。　miep　arrived　and　promised　to　return　later　that　night；　taking　with　her　a　bag　full　of　shoes；　dresses；　jackets；　underwear　and　stockings。　after　that　it　was　quiet　in　our　apartment；　none　of　us　felt　like　eating。　it　was　still　hot；　and　everything　was　very　strange。

we　had　rented　our　big　upstairs　room　to　a　mr。　goldschmidt；　a　divorced　man　in　his　thirties；　who　apparently　had　nothing　to　do　that　evening；　since　despite　all　our　polite　hints　he　hung　around　until　ten　oclock。

miep　and　jan　gies　came　at　eleven。　miep；　whos　worked　for　fathers　pany　since　1933；　has　bee　a　close　friend；　and　so　has　her　husband　jan。　once　again；　shoes；　stockings；　books　and　underwear　disappeared　into　mieps　bag　and　jans　deep　pockets。　at　eleven…thirty　they　too　disappeared。

i　was　exhausted；　and　even　though　i　knew　itd　be　my　last　night　in　my　own　bed；　i　fell　asleep　right　away　and　didnt　wake　up　until　mother　called　me　at　five…thirty　the　next　morning。　fortunately；　it　wasnt　as　hot　as　sunday；　a　warm　rain　fell　throughout　the　day。

the　four　of　us　were　wrapped　in　so　many　layers　of　clothes　it　looked　as　if　we　were　going　off　to　spend　the　night　in　a　refrigerator；　and　all　that　just　so　we　could　take　more　clothes　with　us。　no　jew　in　our　situation　would　dare　leave　the　house　with　a　suitcase　full　of　clothes。　i　was　wearing　two　undershirts；　three　pairs　of　underpants；　a　dress；　and　over　that　a　skirt；　a　jacket；　a　raincoat；　two　pairs　of　stockings；　heavy　shoes；　a　cap；　a　scarf　and　lots　more。　i　was　suffocating　even　before　we　left　the　house；　but　no　one　bothered　to　ask　me　how　i　felt。

margot　stuffed　her　schoolbag　with　schoolbooks；　went　to　get　her　bicycle　and；　with　miep　leading　the　way；　rode　off　into　the　great　unknown。　at　any　rate；　thats　how　i　thought　of　it；　since　i　still　didnt　know　where　our　hiding　place　was。

at　seven…thirty　we　too　closed　the　door　behind　us；　moortje；　my　cat；　was　the　only　living　creature　i　said　good…bye　to。　according　to　a　note　we　left　for　mr。　goldschmidt；　she　was　to　be　taken　to　the　neighbors；　who　would　give　her　a　good　home。

the　stripped　beds；　the　breakfast　things　on　the　table；　the　pound　of　meat　for　the　cat　in　the　kitchen　　all　of　these　created　the　impression　that　wed　left　in　a　hurry。　but　we　werent　interested　in　impressions。　we　just　wanted　to　get　out　of　there；　to　get　away　and　reach　our　destination　in　safety。　nothing　else　mattered。

more　tomorrow。

yours；　anne　

thursday；　july　9；　1942

dearest　kitty；

so　there　we　were；　father；　mother　and　i；　walking　in　the　pouring　rain；　each　of　us　with　a　schoolbag　and　a　shopping　bag　filled　to　the　brim　with　the　most　varied　assortment　of　items。　the　people　on　their　way　to　work　at　that　early　hour　gave　us　sympathetic　looks；

you　could　tell　by　their　faces　that　they　were　sorry　they　couldnt　offer　us　some　kind　of　transportation；　the　conspicuous　yellow　star　spoke　for　itself。

only　when　we　were　walking　down　the　street　did　father　and　mother　reveal；　little　by　little；　what　the　plan　was。　for　months　wed　been　moving　as　much　of　our　furniture　and　apparel　out　of　the　apartment　as　we　could。　it　was　agreed　that　wed　go　into　hiding　on　july　16。　because　of　margots　call…up　notice；　the　plan　had　to　be　moved　up　ten　days；　which　meant　wed　have　to　make　do　with　less　orderly　rooms。

the　hiding　place　was　located　in　fathers　office　building。　thats　a　little　hard　for　outsiders　to　understand；　so　ill　explain。　father　didnt　have　a　lot　of　people　working　in　his　office；　just　mr。　kugler；　mr。　kleiman；　miep　and　a　twenty…three…year…old　typist　named　bep　voskuijl；　all　of　whom　were　informed　of　our　ing。　mr。　voskuijl；　beps　father；　works　in　the　warehouse；　along　with　two　assistants；　none　of　whom　were　told　anything。

heres　a　description　of　the　building。　the　large　warehouse　on　the　ground　floor　is　used　as　a　workroom　and　storeroom　and　is　divided　into　several　different　sections；　such　as　the　stockroom　and　the　milling　room；　where　cinnamon；　cloves　and　a　pepper　substitute　are　ground。

next　to　the　warehouse　doors　is　another　outside　door；　a　separate　entrance　to　the　office。　just　inside　the　office　door　is　a　second　door；　and　beyond　that　a　stairway。　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　is　another　door；　with　a　frosted　window　on　which　the　word　〃office〃　is　written　in　black　letters。　this　is　the　big　front　office　　very　large；　very　light　and　very　full。　bep；　miep　and　mr。　kleiman　work　there　during　the　day。　after　passing　through　an　alcove　containing　a　safe；　a　wardrobe　and　a　big　supply　cupboard；　you　e　to　the　small；　dark；　stuffy　back　office。　this　used　to　be　shared　by　mr。　kugler　and　mr。　van　daan；　but　now　mr。　kugler　is　its　only　occupant。　mr。　kuglers　office　can　also　be　reached　from　the　hallway；　but　only　through　a　glass　door　that　can　be　opened　from　the　inside　but　not　easily　from　the　outside。　if　you　leave　mr。　kuglers　office　and　proceed　through　the　long；　narrow　hallway　past　the　coal　bin　and　go　up　four　steps；　you　find　yourself　in　the　private　office；　the　showpiece　of　the　entire　building。　elegant　mahogany　furniture；　a　linoleum　floor　covered　with　throw　rugs；　a　radio；　a　fancy　lamp；　everything　first　class。

next　door　is　a　spacious　kitchen　with　a　hot…water　heater　and　two　gas　burners；　and　beside　that　a　bathroom。　thats　the　second　floor。

a　wooden　staircase　leads　from　the　downstairs　hallway　to　the　third　floor。　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　is　a　landing；　with　doors　on　either　side。　the　door　on　the　left　takes　you　up　to　the　spice　storage　area；　attic　and　loft　in　the　front　part　of　the　house。　a　typically　dutch；　very　steep；　ankle…twisting　flight　of　stairs　also　runs　from　the　front　part　of　the　house　to　another　door　opening　onto　the　street。

the　door　to　the　right　of　the　landing　leads　to　the　〃secret　annex〃　at　the　back　ofthe　house。　no　one　would　ever　suspect　there　were　so　many　rooms　behind　that　plain　gray　door。　theres　just　one　small　step　in　front　of　the　door；　and　then　youre　inside。　straight　ahead　of　you　is　a　steep　flight　of　stairs。　to　the　left　is　a　narrow　hallway　opening　onto　a　room　that　serves　as　the　frank　familys　living　＇insert　map　here＇

room　and　bedroom。　next　door　is　a　smaller　room；　the　）edroom　and　study　of　the　two　young　ladies　of　the　family。　ro　the　right　of　the　stairs　is　a　windowless　washroom。　with　a　link。　the　door　in　the　corner　leads　to　the　toilet　and　another　one　to　margots　and　my　room。　if　you　go　up　the　itairs　and　open　the　door　at　the　top；　youre　surprised　to　see　such　a　large；　light　and　spacious　room　in　an　old　canalside　house　like　this。　it　contains　a　stove　（thanks　to　the　fact　hat　it　used　to　be　mr。　kuglers　laboratory）　and　a　sink。

this　will　be　the　kitchen　and　bedroom　of　mr。　and　mrs。　van　daan；　as　well　as　the　general　living　room；　dining　room　and　study　for　us　all。　a　tiny　side　room　is　to　be　peter　van　daans　bedroom。　then；　just　as　in　the　front　part　of　the　building；　theres　an　attic　and　a　loft。　so　there　you　are。　now　ive　introduced　you　to　the　whole　of　our　lovely　annex！

yours；　anne　

friday；　july　10；　1942

dearest　kitty；　ive　probably　bored　you　with　my　long　description　of　our　house；　but　i　still　think　you　should　know　where　ive　ended　up；　how　i　ended　up　here　is　something　youll　figure　out　from　my　next　letters。

but　first；　let　me　continue　my　story；　because；　as　you　know；　i　wasnt　finished。　after　we　arrived　at　263　prinsengracht；　miep　quickly　led　us　through　the　long　hallway　and　up　the　wooden　staircase　to　the　next　floor　and　into　the　annex。　she　shut　the　door　behind　us；　leaving　us　alone。　margot　had　arrived　much　earlier　on　her　bike　and　was　waiting　for　us。

our　living　room　and　all　the　other　rooms　were　so　full　of　stuff　that　i　cant　find　the　words　to　describe　it。　all　the　cardboard　boxes　that　had　been　sent　to　the　office　in　the　last　few　months　were　piled　on　the　floors　and　beds。　the　small　room　was　filled　from　floor　to　cethng　with　linens。　if　we　wanted　to　sleep　in　properly　made　beds　that　night；　we　had　to　get　going　and　straighten　up　the　mess。　mother　and　mar