terboxes。　it　was　time　to　e　up　with　something　else；　j　something　original。　my　friend　sanne；　whos　good　at　poetry；　offered　to　help　me　write　the　essay　from　beginning　to　end　in　verse。　i　jumped　for　joy。　keesing　was　trying　to　play　a　joke　on　me　with　this　ridiculous　subject；　but　id　make　sure　the　joke　was　on　him。　i　finished　my　poem；　and　it　was　beautiful！　it　was　about　a　mother　duck　and　a　father　swan　with　three　baby　ducklings　who　were　bitten　to　death　by　the　father　because　they　quacked　too　much。　luckily；　keesing　took　the　joke　the　right　way。　he　read　the　poem　to　the　class；　adding　his　own　ments；　and　to　several　other　classes　as　well。　since　then　ive　been　allowed　to　talk　and　havent　been　assigned　any　extra　homework。　on　the　contrary；　keesings　always　i　making　jokes　these　days。
  yours；　anne
  wednesday；　june　24；　1942
  dearest　kitty；
  its　sweltering。　everyone　is　huffing　and　puffing；　and　in　this　heat　i　have　to　walk　everywhere。　only　now　do　i　realize　how　pleasant　a　streetcar　is；　but　we　jews　are　no　longer　allowed　to　make　use　of　this　luxury；　our　own　two　feet　are　good　enough　for　us。
  yesterday　at　lunchtime　i　had　an　appointment　with　the　dentist　on　jan　luykenstraat。　its　a　long　way　from　our　school　on　stadstimmertuinen。　that　afternoon　i　nearly　fell　asleep　at　my　desk。　fortunately；　people　automatically　offer　you　something　to　drink。　the　dental　assistant　is　really　kind。
  the　only　mode　of　transportation　left　to　us　is　the　ferry。　the　ferryman　at　josef
  israelkade　took　us　across　when　we　asked　him　to。　its　not　the　fault　of　the　dutch　that　we　jews　are　having　such　a　bad　time。
  i　wish　i　didnt　have　to　go　to　school。　my　bike　was　stolen　during　easter　vacation；　and　father　gave　mothers　bike　to　some　christian　friends　for　safekeeping。　thank　goodness　summer　vacation　is　almost　here；　one　more　week　and　our　torment　will　be　over。
  something　unexpected　happened　yesterday　morning。　as　i　was　passing　the　bicycle　racks；　i　heard　my　name　being　called。　i　turned　around　and　there　was　the　nice　boy　id　met　the　evening　before　at　my　friend　wilmas。　hes　wilmas　second　cousin。　i　used　to　think　wilma　was　nice；　which　she　is；　but　all　she　ever　talks　about　is　boys；　and　that　gets　to　be　a　bore。　he　came　toward　me；　somewhat　shyly；　and　introduced　himself　as　hello　silberberg。　i　was　a　little　surprised　and　wasnt　sure　what　he　wanted；　but　it　didnt　take　me　long　to　find　out。　he　asked　if　i　would　allow　him　to　acpany　me　to　school。　〃as　long　as　youre　headed　that　way；　ill　go　with　you；〃　i　said。　and　so　we　walked　together。
  hello　is　sixteen　and　good　at　telling　all　kinds　of　funny　stories。
  he　was　waiting　for　me　again　this　morning；　and　i　expect　he　will　be　from　now　on。
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  JULY；　1942
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  wednesday；　july　1；　1942
  dearest　kitty；
  until　today　i　honestly　couldnt　find　the　time　to　write　you。　i　was　with　friends　all　day　thursday；　we　had　pany　on　friday；　and　thats　how　it　went　until　today。
  hello　and　i　have　gotten　to　know　each　other　very　well　this　past　week；　and　hes　told　me　a　lot　about　his　life。　he　es　from　gelsenkirchen　and　is　living　with　his　grandparents。　his　parents　are　in　belgium；　but　theres　no　way　he　can　get　there。　hello　used　to　have　a　girlfriend　named　ursula。　i　know　her　too。　shes　perfectly　sweet　and　perfectly　boring。　ever　since　he　met　me；　hello　has　realized　that　hes　been　falling　asleep　at　ursuls　side。　so　im　kind　of　a　pep　tonic。　you　never　know　what　youre　good　for！
  jacque　spent　saturday　night　here。　sunday　afternoon　she　was　at　hannelis；　and　i　was　bored　stiff。
  hello　was　supposed　to　e　over　that　evening；　but　he　called　around　six。　i　answered　the　phone；　and　he　said；　〃this　is　helmuth　silberberg。　may　i　please　speak　to　anne？〃
  〃oh；　hello。　this　is　anne。鈥?br />
  〃oh；　hi；　anne。　how　are　you？〃　鈥?br />
  〃fine；　thanks。鈥?br />
  〃i　just　wanted　to　say　im　sorry　but　i　cant　e　tonight；　though　i　would　like　to　have　a　word　with　you。　is　it　all　right　if　i　e　by　and　pick　you　up　in　about　ten　minutes　〃yes；　thats　fine。　bye…bye！鈥?br />
  〃okay；　ill　be　right　over。　bye…bye！鈥?br />
  i　hung　up；　quickly　changed　my　clothes　and　fixed　my　hair。　i　was　so　nervous　i　leaned　out　the　window　to　watch　for　him。　he　finally　showed　up。　miracle　of　miracles；　i　didnt　rush　down　the　stairs；　but　waited　quietly　until　he　rang　the　bell。　i　went　down　to　open　the　door；　and　he　got　right　to　the　point。
  〃anne；　my　grandmother　thinks　youre　too　young　for　me　to　be　seeing　you　on　a　regular　basis。　she　says　i　should　be　going　to　the　lowenbachs；　but　you　probably　know　that　im　not　going　out　with　ursul　anymore。鈥?br />
  〃no；　i　didnt　know。　what　happened？　did　you　two　have　a　fight？鈥?br />
  〃no；　nothing　like　that。　i　told　ursul　that　we　werent　suited　to　each　other　and　so　it　was　better　for　us　not　to　go　together　anymore；　but　that　she　was　wele　at　my　house　and　i　hoped　i　would　be　wele　at　hers。　actually；　i　thought　ursul　was　hanging　around　with　another　boy；　and　i　treated　her　as　if　she　were。　but　that　wasnt　true。　and　then　my　uncle　said　i　should　apologize　to　her；　but　of　course　i　didnt　feel　like　it；　and　thats　why　i　broke　up　with　her。　but　that　was　just　one　of　the　reasons。
  〃now　my　grandmother　wants　me　to　see　ursul　and　not　you；　but　i　dont　agree　and　im　not　going　to。　sometimes　old　people　have　really　old…fashioned　ideas；　but　that　doesnt　mean　i　have　to　go　along　with　them。　i　need　my　grandparents；　but　in　a　certain　sense　they　need　me　too。　from　now　on　ill　be　free　on　wednesday　evenings。　you　see；　my　grandparents　made　me　sign　up　for　a　wood…carving　class；　but　actually　i　go　to　a　club　organized　by　the　zionists。　my　grandparents　dont　want　me　to　go；　because　theyre　anti…zionists。　im　not　a　fanatic　zionist；　but　it　interests　me。　anyway；　its　been　such　a　mess　lately　that　im　planning　to　quit。　so　next　wednesday　will　be　my　last　meeting。
  that　means　i　can　see　you　wednesday　evening；　saturday　afternoon；　saturday　evening；　sunday　afternoon　and　maybe　even　more。〃
  〃but　if　your　grandparents　dont　want　you　to；　you？　shouldnt　go　behind　their　backs。鈥?br />
  〃alls　fair　in　love　and　war。鈥?br />
  just　then　we　passed　blankevoorts　bookstore　and　there　was　peter　schiff　with　two　other　boys；　it　was　the　first　time　hed　said　hello　to　me　in　ages；　and　it　really　made　me　feel　good。
  monday　evening　hello　came　over　to　meet　father　and　mother。　i　had　bought　a　cake　and　some　candy；　and　we　had　tea　and　cookies；　the　works；　but　neither　hello　nor　i　felt　like　sitting　stiffly　on　our　chairs。　so　we　went　out　for　a　walk；　and　he　didnt　deliver　me　to　my　door　until　ten　past　eight。　father　was　furious。　he　said　it　was　very　wrong　of　me　not　to　get　home　on　time。　i　had　to　promise　to　be　home　by　ten　to　eight　in　the　future。　ive　been　asked　to　hellos　on　saturday。
  wilma　told　me　that　one　night　when　hello　was　at　her　house；　she　asked　him；　〃who　do　you　like　best；　ursul　or　anne？鈥?br />
  he　said；　〃its　none　of　your　business。鈥?br />
  but　as　he　was　leaving　（they　hadnt　talked　to　each　other　the　rest　of　the　evening）；　he　said；　〃well；　i　like　anne　better；　but　dont　tell　anyone。　bye！〃　and　whoosh。　。　。　he　was　out　the　door。
  in　everything　he　says　or　does；　i　can　see　that　hello　is　in　love　with　me；　and　its　kind　of　nice　for　a　change。　margot　would　say　that　hello　is　eminently　suitable。　i　think　so　too；　but　hes　more　than　that。　mother　is　also　full　of　praise：　〃a　good…looking　boy。　nice　and　polite。〃　im　glad　hes　so　popular　with　everyone。　except　with　my　girlfriends。　he　thinks　theyre　very　childish；　and　hes　right　about　that。　jacque　still　teases　me　about　him；　but　im　not　in　love　with　him。　not　really。　its　all　right　for　me　to　have　boys　as　friends。
  nobody　minds。
  mother　is　always　asking　me　who　im　going　to　marry　when　i　grow　up；　but　i　bet　shell　never　guess　its　peter；　because　i　talked　her　out　of　that　idea　myself；　without　batting　an　eyelash。　i　love　peter　as　ive　never　loved　anyone；　and　i　tell　myself　hes　only　going　around　with　all　those　other　girls　to　hide　his　feelings　for　me。　maybe　he　thinks　hello　and　i　are　in　love　with　each　other；　which　were　not。　hes　just　a　friend；　or　as　mother　puts　it；　a　beau。
  yours；　anne
  sunday；　july　5；　1942
  dear　kitty；
  the　graduation　ceremony　in　the　jewish　theater　on　friday　went　as　expected。　my　report　card　wasnt　too　bad。　i　got　one　d；　a　c…　in　algebra　and　all　the　rest　bs；　except　for　two　b＋s　and　two　b…s。　my　parents　are　pleased；　but　theyre　not　like　other　parents　when　it　es　to　grades。　they　never　worry　about　report　cards；　good　or　bad。　as　long　as　im　healthy　and　happy　and　dont　talk　back　too　much；　theyre　satisfied。　if　these　three　things　are　all　right；　everything　else　will　take　care　of　itself。
  im　just　the　opposite。　i　dont　want　to　be　a　poor　student。　i　was　accepted　to　the　jewish　lyceum　on　a　conditional　basis。　i　was　supposed　to　stay　in　the　seventh　grade　at　the　montessori　school；　but　when　jewish　children　were　required　to　go　to　jewish　schools；　mr。　elte　finally　agreed；　after　a　great　deal　of　persuasion；　to　accept　lies　goslar　and　me。
  lies　also　passed　this　year；　though　she　has　to　repeat　her　geometry　exam。
  poor　lies。　it　isnt　easy　for　her　to　study　at　home；　her　baby　sister；　a　spoiled　little　two…year…old；　plays　in　her　room　all　day。　if　gabi　doesnt　get　her　way；　she　starts　screaming；　and　if　lies　doesnt　look　after　her；　mrs。　goslar　starts　screaming。　so　lies　has　a　hard　time　doing　her　homework；　and　as　long　as　thats　the　case；　the　tutoring　shes　been　getting　wont　help　much。　the　goslar　household　is　really　a　sight。　mrs。　goslars　parents　live　next　door；　but　eat　with　the　family。　the　theres　a　hired