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ave run off。 to be on the safe side； i didnt call the police。 i thought it wouldnt be wise in your case。 i dont know anything； but i have my suspicions。〃 jan thanked him and went on。 mr。 van hoeven obviously suspects were here； because he always delivers the potatoes at lunchtime。 a decent man！
it was one oclock by the time jan left and wed done the dishes。 all eight of us went to bed。 i woke up at quarter to three and saw that mr。 dussel was already up。 my face rumpled with sleep； i happened to run into peter in the bathroom； just after hed
e downstairs。 we agreed to meet in the office。 i freshened up a bit and went down。
〃after all this； do you still dare go to the front attic？〃 he asked。 i nodded； grabbed my pillow； with a cloth wrapped around it； and we went up together。 the weather was gorgeous； and even though the air…raid sirens soon began to wail； we stayed where we were。 peter put his arm around my shoulder； i put mine around his； and we sat quietly like this until four oclock； when margot came to get us for coffee。
we ate our bread； drank our lemonade and joked （we were finally able to again）； and for the rest everything was back to normal。 that evening i thanked peter because hed been the bravest of us all。
none of us have ever been in such danger as we were that night。 god was truly watching over us。 just think…the police were right at the bookcase； the light was on； and still no one had discovered our hiding place！ 〃now were done for！〃 id whispered at that moment； but once again we were spared。 when the invasion es and the bombs start falling； itll be every man for himself； but this time we feared for those good； innocent christians who are helping us。
〃weve been saved； keep on saving us！〃 thats all we can say。
this incident has brought about a whole lot of changes。 as of now； dussel will be doing his work in the bathroom； and peter will be patrolling the house between eight…thirty and nine…thirty。 peter isnt allowed to open his window anymore； since one of the keg people noticed it was open。 we can no longer flush the toilet after nine…thirty at night。 mr。 sleegers has been hired as night watchman； and tonight a carpenter from the underground is ing to make a barricade out of our white frankfurt bedsteads。 debates are going on left and right in the annex。 mr。 kugler has reproached us for our carelessness。 jan also said we should never go downstairs。 what we have to do now is find out whether sleegers can be trusted； whether the dogs will bark if they hear someone behind the door； how to make the barricade； all sorts of things。
weve been strongly reminded of the fact that were jews in chains； chained to one spot； without any rights； but with a thousand obligations。 we must put our feelings aside； we must be brave and strong； bear disfort with… out plaint； do whatever is in our power and trust in god。 one day this terrible war will be over。 the time will e when well be people again and not just jews！
who has inflicted this on us？ who has set us apart from all the rest？ who has put us
through such suffering？ its god who has made us the way we are； but its also god who will lift us up again。 in the eyes of the world； were doomed； but if； after all this suffering； there are still jews left； the jewish people will be held up as an example。
who knows； maybe our religion will teach the world and all the people in it about goodness； and thats the reason； the only reason； we have to suffer。 we can never be just dutch； or just english； or whatever； we will always be jews as well。 and well have to keep on being jews； but then； well want to be。
be brave！ lets remember our duty and perform it without plaint。 there will be a way out。 god has never deserted our people。 through the ages jews have had to suffer； but through the ages theyve gone on living； and the centuries of suffering have only made them stronger。 the weak shall fall and the strong shall survive and not be defeated！
that night i really thought i was going to die。 i waited for the police and i was ready for death； like a soldier on a battlefield。 id gladly have given my life for my country。
but now； now that ive been spared； my first wish after the war is to bee a dutch citizen。 i love the dutch； i love this country； i love the language； and i want to work here。 and even if i have to write to the queen herself； i wont give up until ive reached my goal！
im being more and more independent of my parents。 young as i am； i face life with more courage and have a better and truer sense of justice than mother。 i know what i want； i have a goal； i have opinions； a religion and love。 if only i can be myself； ill be satisfied。 i know that im a woman； a woman with inner strength and a great deal of courage！
if god lets me live； ill achieve more than mother ever did； ill make my voice heard； ill go out into the world and work for mankind！
i now know that courage and happiness are needed first！
yours； anne
m。 frank
friday； april 14； 1944
dear kitty；
everyone here is still very tense。 pim has nearly reached the bothng point； mrs。 van d。 is lying in bed with a cold； grumbling； mr。 van d。 is growing pale without his cigarettes； dussel； whos having to give up many of his forts； is carping at
everyone； etc。； etc。 we seem to have run out of luck lately。 the toilets leaking； and the faucets stuck。 thanks to our many connections； well soon be able to get these repaired。
im occasionally sentimental； as you know； but from time to time i have reason to be：
when peter and i are sitting close together on a hard wooden crate among the junk and dust； our arms around each others shoulders； peter toying with a lock of my hair；
when the birds outside are trilling their songs； when the trees are in bud； when the sun beckons and the sky is so blueoh； thats when i wish for so much！
all i see around me are dissatisfied and grumpy faces； all i hear are sighs and stifled plaints。 youd think our lives had taken a sudden turn for the worse。 honestly； things are only as bad as you make them。 here in the annex no one even bothers to set a good example。 we each have to figure out how to get the better of our own moods！
every day you hear； 〃if only it were all over！鈥�
work； love； courage and hope； make me good and help me cope！
i really believe； kit； that im a little nutty today； and i dont know why。 my writings all mixed up； im jump… ing from one thing to another； and sometimes i seriously doubt whether anyone will ever be interested in this drivel。 theyll probably call it 〃the musings of an ugly duckling。〃 my diaries certainly wont be of much use to mr。
bolkestein or mr。 gerbrandy。* ＇* gerrit bolkestein was the minister of education and pieter gerbrandy was the prime minister of the dutch government in exile in london。
see annes letter of march 29； 1944。＇ yours； anne
m。 frank
saturday； april 15； 1944
dearest kitty；
〃theres just one bad thing after another。 when will it all end？〃 you can sure say that again。 guess whats happened now？ peter forgot to unbolt the front door。 as a result； mr。 kugler and the warehouse employees couldnt get in。 he went to kegs； smashed in our office kitchen window and got in that way。 the windows in the annex were open； and the keg people saw that too。 what must they be thinking？ and van maaren？
mr。 kuglers furious。 we accuse him of not doing anything to reinforce the doors； and
then we do a stupid thing like this！ peters extremely upset。 at the table； mother said she felt more sorry for peter than for anyone else； and he nearly began to cry。 were equally to blame； since we usually ask him every day if hes unbolted the door； and so does mr。 van daan。 maybe i can go fort him later on。 i want to help him so much！
here are the latest news bulletins about life in the secret annex over the last few weeks：
a week ago saturday； boche suddenly got sick。 he sat quite still and started drooling。
miep immediately picked him up； rolled him in a towel； tucked him in her shopping bag and brought him to the dog…and…cat clinic。 boche had some kind of intestinal problem； so the vet gave him medicine。 peter gave it to him a few times； but boche soon made himself scarce。 ill bet he