.::Anne Frank::.
                                    The Diary of a Young Girl

                                        -Diary Entries-
                                Written by: Deanna Emery
                               In Anne Frank’s PointOfView
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, 11 July, 1942
Dear Kitty,

 Daddy, Mummy, and Margot can’t get used to the sound of the Westertoren clock yet, which tells us the times every quarter of an hour. I can,  I loved it from the start, and especially in the night it’s like a faithful friend. Outside it’s raining, I can see Jewish kids walking to school with their bright colorful umbrellas. Everyone that passes by in their cars always look at them in a puppy- face type of look. I cna tell they are sad because they can’t just pick them up and take them a few blocks away from the Jewish Secondary School. I can hear them giggle and fool around. I wish I was one of them! I can’t bear this. The boredom and torment of not being seen by anyone. I expect that Dussel will be examining my teeth very soon. He is a dentist. Margot and I have finished our shorthand course already, now we are beginning to practice speed. Peter got caught in the attic. We are not allowed up there because of the rats. I’m actually highly grateful of that. I can hardly stand looking outside the window at night, in fear that I might see one of my best friends, either Lies or Sanne, and their family being taken away by the selfish Nazi’s. Mrs. Van Daan made a book of rules for teh “Secret Annexe.” They are quit foolish if you ask me! Well I am going to wash up for dinner.

     Yours, Anne

Monday, 14 August, 1942
Dear Kitty,
 I have deserted you for a whole month, but honestly, there is so little news here that I can’t find amusing things to tell you everyday.
 Quite honestly, I’m not so keen that a stranger should use my things, but one must be prepared to make some sacrifices for a good cause, so I shall make my little offering with a good will. “If we can save someone, then everything else is of secxondary importance,” says Daddy, and he’s absolutely right. Dussel and I share a desk together. I get very mad at him when he commands me to put my foolish diary aside like I am a little dog that must obey all of his orders. He says, “Work is more important than some kiddy diary of yours!” Usually when I refuse to put it away and let him use the desk for his work, Daddy comes in and  gets all mad at me. But I must make sacrifices, whether I like it or not.
 The entrance to our hiding place has now been properly concealed. Mr.Kraler thought it would be better to put a cupboard in front of our door (because a lot of houses are being searched for hidden bicycles), but of course it had to be a movable cupboard that can open like a door. Mr. Vossen made the whole thing. We had alrady let him into the secret and he can’t do enought to help. If we want to go downstairs, we have to first bend down and then jump, because the step has gone. The first three days we were all going about with masses of lumps on our foreheads, because we all knocked ourselves against the low doorway. Now we have nailed a cloth filled with wood wool against the top of the door. Let’s see if that helps!
    Yours, Anne
 

  Friday, 25 September, 1942

Dear Kitty,
 Yesterday evening I went upstairs and “visited” the Van Daans. I do, so very occasionally to have a chat. Sometimes it can be quite fun. Then we have some moth biscuits (the biscuit tin is kept in the wardrobe which is full of moth balls) and drink lemonade.
 Mother and I don’t get along as well as we did before, I think it is because we are cooped up here, without barely any sunlight, or fresh air. It’s quite frustrating! Margot and I haven’t been so kind to each other either.
 Dussel has told us a lot about the outside world that we are abandoned from. He had very sad news. Countless friends and acquaintances have gone to a terrible fate. Evening after evening the green and gray army lorried trundle past. The Germans ring at every front door to inquire if there are any Jews living in the house. If there are, then the whole family must go at once. If there aren’t, they go onto the next house. No one has change if evading them unless one goes into hiding. Often they go around with lists, and only ring when they know thye cna get a good haul. Sometimes thhey let htem off for cash-- so much per head. It seems like the slave hunts of olden times. But everning when it’s dark, I often see rows of good, innocent people accompanied by crying children, walking on and on, in charde of a couple of these chaps, bullied and knocked about until they almost drop. No one is spared-- old people, babies, expectant mothers, the sick-- each and all join in the march of death. It’s very  excrutiating to watch. Sometimes when everyone is gathered around teh window looking upon the sity, we all cry together, holding each others hands and praying to god that we won’t have to suffer that. We pray everynight, each and everyone of us, that someone will get us out of this long, never- ending pit full of darkness.
    Yours, Anne