s　every　evening　when　he　gets　his　good…night　kiss；　and　then　begs　for　another　one。　am　i　merely　a　better　substitute　for　boche？　i　dont　mind。　hes　so　happy　just　knowing　somebody　loves　him。
  after　my　laborious　conquest；　ive　distanced　myself　a　little　from　the　situation；　but　you　mustnt　think　my　love　has　cooled。　peters　a　sweetheart；　but　ive　slammed　the　door　to　my　inner　self；　if　he　ever　wants　to　force　the　lock　again；　hell　have　to　use　a　harder　crowbar！
  yours；　anne
  m。　frank
  saturday；　may　20；　1944
  dearest　kitty；
  last　night　when　i　came　down　from　the　attic；　i　noticed；　the　moment　i　entered　the　room；　that　the　lovely　vase　of　carnations　had　fallen　over。　mother　was　down　on　her　hands　and　knees　mopping　up　the　water　and　margot　was　fishing　my　papers　off　the　floor。　〃what　happened？〃　i　asked　with　anxious　foreboding；　and　before　they　could　reply；　i　assessed　the　damage　from　across　the　room。　my　entire　genealogy　file；　my　notebooks；　my　books；　everything　was　afloat。　i　nearly　cried；　and　i　was　so　upset　i　started　speaking　german。　i　cant　remember　a　word；　but　according　to　margot　i　babbled　something　about　〃unlioersehbarer　schaden；　schrecklich；　entsetzlich；　nie　zu　ersetzen〃*　＇*　incalculable　loss；　terrible；　awful；　irreplaceable。＇　and　much　more。　fadier　burst　out　laughing　and　modier　and　margot　joined　in；　but　i　felt　like　crying　because　all　my　work　and　elaborate　notes　were　lost。
  i　took　a　closer　look　and；　luckily；　die　〃incalculable　loss〃　wasnt　as　bad　as　id　expected。
  up　in　die　attic　i　carefully　peeled　apart　die　sheets　of　paper　diat　were　stuck　togedier　and　dien　hung　diem　on　die　clodiesline　to　dry。　it　was　such　a　funny　sight；　even　i　had　to　laugh。　maria　de　medici　alongside　charles　v；　william　of　orange　and　marie　antoinette。
  〃its　rassenschande；〃*　mr。　van　daan　joked。　＇an　affront　to　racial　purity。＇　after　entrusting　my　papers　to　peters　care；　i　went　back　downstairs。
  〃which　books　are　ruined？〃　i　asked　margot；　who　was　going　dirough　them。
  〃algebra；〃　margot　said。
  but　as　luck　would　have　it；　my　algebra　book　wasnt　entirely　ruined。　i　wish　it　had　fallen　right　in　the　vase。　ive　never　loathed　any　book　as　much　as　that　one。　inside　the　front　cover　are　the　names　of　at　least　twenty　girls　who　had　it　before　i　did。　its　old；　yellowed；　full　of　scribbles；　crossed…out　words　and　revisions。　the　next　time　im　in　a　wicked　mood；　im　going　to　tear　the　darned　thing　to　pieces！
  yours；　anne
  m。　frank
  monday；　may　22；1944
  dearest　kitty；
  on　may　20；　father　lost　his　bet　and　had　to　give　five　jars　of　yogurt　to　mrs。　van　daan：
  the　invasion　still　hasnt　begun。　i　can　safely　say　that　all　of　amsterdam；　all　of　holland；　in　fact　the　entire　western　coast　of　europe；　all　the　way　down　to　spain；　are　talking　about　the　invasion　day　and　night；　debating；　making　bets　and　。　。　。　hoping。
  the　suspense　is　rising　to　fever　pitch；　by　no　means　has　everyone　we　think　of　as　〃good〃　dutch　people　kept　their　faith　in　the　english；　not　everyone　thinks　the　english　bluff　is　a　masterful　strategical　move。　oh　no；　people　want　deeds…great；　heroic　deeds。
  no　one　can　see　farther　than　the　end　of　their　nose；　no　one　gives　a　thought　to　the　fact　that　the　british　are　fighting　for　their　own　country　and　their　own　people；　everyone　thinks　its　englands　duty　to　save　holland；　as　quickly　as　possible。　what　obligations　do　the　english　have　toward　us？　what　have　the　dutch　done　to　deserve　the　generous　help　they　so　clearly　expect？　oh　no；　the　dutch　are　very　much　mistaken。　the　english；　despite　their　bluff；　are　certainly　no　more　to　blame　for　the　war　than　all　the　other　countries；　large　and　small；　that　are　now　occupied　by　the　germans。　the　british　are　not　about　to　offer　their　excuses；　true；　they　were　sleeping　during　the　years　germany　was　rearming　itself；　but　all　the　other　countries；　especially　those　bordering　on　germany；　were　asleep　too。　england　and　the　rest　of　the　world　have　discovered　that　burying　your　head　in　the　sand　doesnt　work；　and　now　each　of　them；　especially　england；　is　having　to　pay　a　heavy　price　for　its　ostrich　policy。
  no　country　sacrifices　its　men　without　reason；　and　certainly　not　in　the　interests　of　another；　and　england　is　no　exception。　the　invasion；　liberation　and　freedom　will　e　someday；　yet　england；　not　the　occupied　territories；　will　choose　the　moment。
  to　our　great　sorrow　and　dismay；　weve　heard　that　many　people　have　changed　their　attitude　toward　us　jews。　weve　been　told　that　anti…semitism　has　cropped　up　in　circles　where　once　it　would　have　been　unthinkable。　this　fact　has　affected　us　all　very；　very　deeply。　the　reason　for　the　hatred　is　understandable；　maybe　even　human；　but　that　doesnt　make　it　right。　according　to　the　christians；　the　jews　are　blabbing　their　secrets　to　the　germans；　denouncing　their　helpers　and　causing　them　to　suffer　the　dreadful　fate　and　punishments　that　have　already　been　meted　out　to　so　many。　all　of　this　is　true。　but　as　with　everything；　they　should　look　at　the　matter　from　both　sides：　would　christians　act　any　differently　if　they　were　in　our　place？　could　anyone；　regardless　of　whether　theyre　jews　or　christians；　remain　silent　in　the　face　of　german　pressure？　everyone　knows　its　practically　impossible；　so　why　do　they　ask　the　impossible　of　the　jews？
  its　being　said　in　underground　circles　that　the　german　jews　who　immigrated　to　holland　before　the　war　and　have　now　been　sent　to　poland　shouldnt　be　allowed　to　return　here。
  they　were　granted　the　right　to　asylum　in　holland；　but　once　hitler　is　gone；　they　should　go　back　to　germany。
  when　you　hear　that；　you　begin　to　wonder　why　were　fighting　this　long　and　difficult　war。　were　always　being　told　that　were　fighting　for　freedom；　truth　and　justice！　the
  war　isnt　even　over；　and　already　theres　dissension　and　jews　are　regarded　as　lesser　beings。　oh；　its　sad；　very　sad　that　the　old　adage　has　been　confirmed　for　the　umpteenth　time：　〃what　one　christian　does　is　his　own　responsibthty；　what　one　jew　does　reflects　on　all　jews。鈥?br />
  to　be　honest；　i　cant　understand　how　the　dutch；　a　nation　of　good；　honest；　upright　people；　can　sit　in　judgment　on　us　the　way　they　do。　on　us…the　most　oppressed；　unfortunate　and　pitiable　people　in　all　the　world。
  i　have　only　one　hope：　that　this　anti…semitism　is　just　a　passing　thing；　that　the　dutch　will　show　their　true　colors；　that　theyll　never　waver　from　what　they　know　in　their　hearts　to　be　just；　for　this　is　unjust！
  and　if　they　ever　carry　out　this　terrible　threat；　the　meager　handful　of　jews　still　left　in　holland　will　have　to　go。　we　too　will　have　to　shoulder　our　bundles　and　move　on；　away　from　this　beautiful　country；　which　once　so　kindly　took　us　in　and　now　turns　its　back　on　us。
  i　love　holland。　once　i　hoped　it　would　bee　a　fatherland　to　me；　since　i　had　lost　my　own。　and　i　hope　so　still！
  yours；　anne
  m。　frank
  thursday；　may　25；　1944
  dearest　kitty；
  beps　engaged！　the　news　isnt　much　of　a　surprise；　though　none　of　us　are　particularly　pleased。　bertus　may　be　a　nice；　steady；　athletic　young　man；　but　bep　doesnt　love　him；　and　to　me　thats　enough　reason　to　advise　her　against　marrying　him。
  beps　trying　to　get　ahead　in　the　world；　and　bertus　is　pulling　her　back；　hes　a　laborer；　without　any　interests　or　any　desire　to　make　something　of　himself；　and　i　dont　think　thatll　make　bep　happy。　i　can　understand　beps　wanting　to　put　an　end　to　her　indecision；　four　weeks　ago　she　decided　to　write　him　off；　but　then　she　felt　even　worse。
  so　she　wrote　him　a　letter；　and　now　shes　engaged。
  there　are　several　factors　involved　in　this　engagement。　first；　beps　sick　father；　who　likes　bertus　very　much。　second；　shes　the　oldest　of　the　voskuijl　girls　and　her　mother　teases　her　about　being　an　old　maid。　third；　shes　just　turned　twenty…four；　and　that　matters　a　great　deal　to　bep。
  mother　said　it　would　have　been　better　if　bep　had　simply　had　an　affair　with　bertus。　i　dont　know；　i　feel　sorry　for　bep　and　can　understand　her　loneliness。　in　any　case；　they　can　get　married　only　after　the　war；　since　bertus　is　in　hiding；　or　at　any　rate　has　gone　underground。　besides；　they　dont　have　a　penny　to　their　name　and　nothing　in　the　way　of　a　hope　chest。　what　a　sorry　prospect　for　bep；　for　whom　we　all　wish　the　best。　i　only　hope　bertus　improves　under　her　influence；　or　that　bep　finds　another　man；　one　who　knows　how　to　appreciate　her！
  yours；　anne
  m。　frank
  the　same　day　theres　something　happening　every　day。　this　morning　mr。　van　hoeven　was　arrested。
  he　was　hiding　two　jews　in　his　house。　its　a　heavy　blow　for　us；　not　only　because　those　poor　jews　are　once　again　balancing　on　the　edge　of　an　abyss；　but　also　because　its　terrible　for　mr。　van　hoeven。
  the　worlds　been　turned　upside　down。　the　most　decent　people　are　being　sent　to　concentration　camps；　prisons　and　lonely　cells；　while　the　lowest　of　the　low　rule　over　young　and　old；　rich　and　poor。　one　gets　caught　for　black　marketeering；　another　for　hiding　jews　or　other　un…　fortunate　souls。　unless　youre　a　nazi；　you　dont　know　whats　going　to　happen　to　you　from　one　day　to　the　next。
  mr。　van　hoeven　is　a　great　loss　to　us　too。　bep　cant　possibly　lug　such　huge　amounts　of　potatoes　all　the　way　here；　nor　should　she　have　to；　so　our　only　choice　is　to　eat　fewer　of　them。　ill　tell　you　what　we　have　in　mind；　but　its　certainly　not　going　to　make　life　here　any　more　agreeable。　mother　says　well　skip　breakfast；　eat　hot　cereal　and　bread　for　lunch　and　fried　potatoes　for　dinner　and；　if　possible；　vegetables　or　lettuce　once