saturday, february 27, 1943
dearest kitty,
pim is expecting the invasion any day now. churchill has had pneumonia, but is gradually getting better. gandhi, the champion of indian freedom, is on one of his umpteenth hunger strikes.
mrs. van d. ims she''s fatalistic. but who''s the most afraid when the guns go off?
none other than petrone van daan.
jan brought along the episcopal letter that the bishops addressed to their parishioners. it was beautiful and inspiring. "people of thehends, stand up and take action. each of us must choose our own weapons to fight for the freedom of our country, our people and our reli gion! give your help and support. act now!" this is what they''re preaching from the pulpit. will it do any good? it''s definitely toote to help our fellow jews.
guess what''s happened to us now? the owner of the building sold it without informing mr. kugler and mr. kleiman. one morning the newndlord arrived with an architect to look the ce over. thank goodness mr. kleiman was in the office. he showed the gentlemen all there was to see, with the exception of the secret annex. he imed he''d left the key at home and the new owner asked no further questions. if only he doesn''te back demanding to see the annex. in that case, we''ll be in big trouble!
father emptied a card file for margot and me and filled it with index cards that are nk on one side. this is to be our reading file, in which margot and i are supposed to note down the books we''ve read, the author and the date. i''ve learned two new words: "brothel" and "coquette." i''ve bought a separate notebook for new words.
there''s a new division of butter and margarine. each person is to get their portion on their own te. the distribution is very unfair. the van daans, who always make breakfast for everyone, give themselves one and a half times more than they do us. my parents are much too afraid of an argument to say anything, which is a shame, because i think people like that should always be given a taste of their own medicine.
yours, anne
dearest kitty,
pim is expecting the invasion any day now. churchill has had pneumonia, but is gradually getting better. gandhi, the champion of indian freedom, is on one of his umpteenth hunger strikes.
mrs. van d. ims she''s fatalistic. but who''s the most afraid when the guns go off?
none other than petrone van daan.
jan brought along the episcopal letter that the bishops addressed to their parishioners. it was beautiful and inspiring. "people of thehends, stand up and take action. each of us must choose our own weapons to fight for the freedom of our country, our people and our reli gion! give your help and support. act now!" this is what they''re preaching from the pulpit. will it do any good? it''s definitely toote to help our fellow jews.
guess what''s happened to us now? the owner of the building sold it without informing mr. kugler and mr. kleiman. one morning the newndlord arrived with an architect to look the ce over. thank goodness mr. kleiman was in the office. he showed the gentlemen all there was to see, with the exception of the secret annex. he imed he''d left the key at home and the new owner asked no further questions. if only he doesn''te back demanding to see the annex. in that case, we''ll be in big trouble!
father emptied a card file for margot and me and filled it with index cards that are nk on one side. this is to be our reading file, in which margot and i are supposed to note down the books we''ve read, the author and the date. i''ve learned two new words: "brothel" and "coquette." i''ve bought a separate notebook for new words.
there''s a new division of butter and margarine. each person is to get their portion on their own te. the distribution is very unfair. the van daans, who always make breakfast for everyone, give themselves one and a half times more than they do us. my parents are much too afraid of an argument to say anything, which is a shame, because i think people like that should always be given a taste of their own medicine.
yours, anne