； 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！”
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 shed been bitten by mouschi。 this was followed by a loud boom； which sounded as if
a firebomb had landed beside my bed。 〃lights！ lights！〃 i screamed。
pim switched on the lamp。 i expected the room to burst into flames any minute。
nothing happened。 we all rushed upstairs to see what was going on。 mr。 and mrs。 van d。 had seen a red glow through the open window； and he thought there was a fire nearby； while she was certain our house was ablaze。 mrs。 van d。 was already standing beside her bed with her knees knocking when the boom came。 dussel stayed upstairs to smoke a cigarette； and we crawled back into bed。 less than fifteen minutes later the shooting started again。 mrs。 van d。 sprang out of bed and went downstairs to dussel s room to seek the fort she was unable to find with her spouse。 dussel weled her with the words 〃e into my bed； my child！”
we burst into peals of laughter； and the roar of the guns bothered us no more； our fears had all been swept away。
yours； anne
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JUNE； 1943
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sunday； june 13； 1943
dearest kitty；
the poem father posed for my birthday is too nice to keep to myself。
since pim writes his verses only in german； margot volunteered to translate it into dutch。 see for yourself whether margot hasnt done herself proud。 it begins with the usual summary of the years events and then continues：
as youngest among us； but small no more； your life can be trying； for we have the chore of being your teachers； a terrible bore。
〃weve got experience！ take it from me！”
〃weve done this all before； you see。
we know the ropes； we know the same。”
since time immemorial； always the same。
ones own shortings are nothing but fluff； but everyone elses are heavier stuff：
faultfinding es easy when this is our plight； but its hard for your parents； try as they might； to treat you with fairness； and kindness as well；
nitpickings a habit thats hard to dispel。
men youre living with old folks； all you can do
is put up with their nagging …… its hard but its true。
the pill may be bitter； but down it must go； for its meant to keep the peace； you know。
the many months here have not been in vain； since wasting time noes against your brain。
you read and study nearly all the day； determined to chase the boredom away。
the more difficult question； much harder to bear； is 〃what on earth do i have to wear？
ive got no more panties； my clothes are too tight； my shirt is a loincloth； im really a siaht！
to put on my shoes i must off my toes； dh dear； im plagued with so many woes！”
margot had trouble getting the part about food to rhyme； so im leaving it out。 but aside from that； dont you think its a good poem？
for the rest； ive been thoroughly spoiled and have received a number of lovely presents； including a big book on my favorite subject； greek and roman mythology。
nor can i plain about the lack of candy； everyone had dipped into their last reserves。 as the benjamin of the annex； i got more than i deserve。
yours； anne
tuesday； june 15； 1943
dearest kitty；
heaps of things have happened； but i often think im boring you with my dreary chitchat and that youd just as soon have fewer letters。 so ill keep the news brief。
mr。 voskuijl wasnt operated on for his ulcer after all。 once the doctors had him on the operating table and opened him up； they saw that he had cancer。 it was in such an advanced stage that an operation was pointless。 so they stitched him up again； kept him in the hospital for three weeks； fed him well and sent him back home。 but they made an unforgivable error： they told the poor man exactly what was in store for him。
he cant work anymore； and hes just sitting at home； surrounded by his eight children； brooding about his approaching death。 i feel very sorry for him and hate not being able to go out； otherwise； id visit him as often as i could and help take his mind off matters。 now the good man can no longer let us know whats being said and done in the warehouse； which is a disaster for us。 mr。 voskuijl was our greatest source of
help and suppor when it came to safety measures。 we miss him very much。
next month its our turn to hand over our radio to the authorities。 mr。 kleiman has a small set hidden in his home that hes giving us to replace our beautiful cabinet radio。
its a pity we have to turn in our big philips； but when youre in hiding； you cant afford to bring the authorities down on your heads。 of course； well put the 〃baby”
radio upstairs。 whats a clandestine radio when there are already clandestine jews and clandestine money？
all over the country people are trying to get hold of an old radio that they can hand over instead of their 〃morale booster。〃 its true： as the reports from outside grow worse and worse； the radio； with its wondrous voice； helps us not to lose heart and to keep telling ourselves； 〃cheer up； keep your spirits high； things are bound to get better！”
yours； anne
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JULY； 1943
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sunday； july 11； 1943
dear kitty；
to get back to the subject of child…rearing （for the umpteenth time）； let me tell you that im doing my best to be helpful； friendly and kind and to do all i can to keep the rain of rebukes down to a light drizzle。 its not easy trying to behave like a model child with people you cant stand； especially when you dont mean a word of it。 but i can see that a little hypocrisy gets me a lot further than myoid method of saying exactly what i think （even though no one ever asks my opinion or cares one way or another）。 of course； i often forget my role and find it impossible to curb my anger when theyre unfair； so that they spend the next month saying the most impertinent girl in the world。 dont you think im to be pitied sometimes？ its a good thing im not the grouchy type； because then i might bee sour and bad…tempered。 i can usually see the humorous side of their scoldings； but its easier when somebody else is being raked over the coals。
further； ive decided （after a great deal of thought） to drop the shorthand。 fi