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AUGUST, 1943

        tUESDAY, AUGUSt 3, 1943

        Dearest Kitty,

        tical front. Italy    Party. ting ts in many places -- even t. ry like t tio    England?

        Our beautiful radio aken a    Mr. Kugler for turning it in on ted day. Dussel is slipping loimation, and ever    politics, eograp I    it: ler terdam is bigger ts for not taking tunity to bomb Italy to smitc., etc.

        e just o grit my teetice being ceous.

        Mrs. van Daan, t;Let t; and "Better to end    to end at all," is t coo tears. Sed by ly declared a truce after a

        seal at t.

        Mousc, t    ages as ages. ts getting    take notice. Its making us all very jittery;

        e on our arms and legs or ots of our bodies, so    gives us an excuse to take a better look at our arms or necks. But notle piff we    urn our he wayside long ago.

        Yours, Anne

        EDNESDAY, AUGUSt 4,1943

        Dearest Kitty,

        No le over a year, you kno deal about our lives. Still, I t possibly tell you everyts all so different pared to ordinary times and ordinary people. o give you a closer look into our lives, from time to time Ill describe part of an ordinary day. Ill start .

        Nine in time alle and bustle. Ced, beds pulled out, blas unfolded -- notays ime. I sleep on a small divan,    longer. forter, ss, pillos:

        everyto be removed from Dussel s bed,    during the day.

        In t room terrible creaking: ts Margots folding bed bei up.

        More blas and pilloo make ts a bit more fortable.

        Upstairs it sounds like t its only Mrs. van D.s bed being s t y, arrayed in ,    sniff t air te little nostrils.

        Nine oclock. After Peters finiss my turn for to toe, and more often t I find a tiny flea floating in t moo blea half an hour.

        y. I tty, ies, curlers and a ton in t of t in line invariably calls me baove t unsig Ive left in the sink.

        ten oclock. time to put up t s and say good-nig fifteen minutes, at least, tairs neig al spat in bed, all is quiet.

        Eleven-ty. trip of ligo the room.

        Squeaking s, even larger t . . . Dussel is returning from ly le of paper (from tug away in hroom.

        Approximately to get up to use tin    under my bed,    under clatters into tainside.

        tty is returo its place, and te nig causes Margot to exclaim every evening, "O i nig;) climbs bato bed. A certain somebody lies a fifteen minutes, listening to t. In t place, to airs, and to tairs,    door and in my room -- to tell , ted nine or ten times. tened profusely.

        terle smag sounds, folloossing and turning and rearranging ter five minutes of perfect quiet, ts itself times, after wo sleep for a while.

        Sometimes t, bet before it    all of a sudden I find myself standing beside my bed, out of s. Occasionally Im dreaming so deeply (ular Frencairs) t I realize only ing opped and t Ive remained quietly in my room. But usually I    door to Fat t described in thday poem:

        s rino out in t, to sige. . .

        Once Ive reac is over, except ra loud.

        Six forty-five. Brrring . . . ts s any ,    to or not. Creak. . . wham. . . Mrs. van D.

        turns it off. Screak . . . Mr. van D. gets up, puts on ter and races to throom.

        Seven-fifteen. to t last, I remove t s . . . and a nehe Annex.

        Yours, Anne

        t 5, 1943

        Dearest Kitty,

        today lets talk about the lunch break.

        Its ty. t, and Mr. de Kok have gone home for lunch.

        Upstairs you    iful and only rug. Margot tucks a fe; o be. Pim goes and sits in a er ant panion, Dis, in    of pead quiet. Motens upstairs to tle idy up bot time.

        ty-five. One by orickle in: first Mr.

        Gies and times even Miep.

        One. Clustered around ten raptly to time t interrupt eac argue he speaker.

        One-fifteen. Food distribution. Everyone from dets a cup of soup, plus dessert, if to be any. A tented Mr. Gies sits on t t at    ate to let est be es test neo solid kno t and in a bad mood or talkative and in a good mood.

        One forty-five. Everyone rises from table and goes about t and Moter for ttic, Fatoo, and Anne does her homework.

        es    is test urbao judge by    I dont look at ime ll be 4 P.M. and tic Dr. Dussel anding e ,late clearing off table.

        Yours, Anne

        SAtURDAY, AUGUSt 7, 1943

        Dearest Kitty,

        A fearted ing a story, someto end, and Ive e so muc ts of my pen are piling up.

        Yours, Anne

        MONDAY, AUGUSt 9, 1943

        Dearest Kitty,

        e noinue ypical day in ts time to describe dinner.

        Mr. van Daan. Is served first, and takes a generous portion of wever he likes.

        Usually joins in tion, never fails to give o suggest ot up a good fig. . . but Id rat. Once youve seen it, you o see it again. ,    about everyted, t its so no small degree.

        Madame. Actually, t to say noto read. If you analyze t t, but ty party! A fact everyone prefers to ignore. Even so, you could call igator. Stirring up trouble, n up trouble bet and Mr. Frank aren t qwte as easy.

        But lets return to table. Mrs. van D. may t al enoug ts not t potatoes, tastiest morsel, te bit of s Madames motto. turn, as long as I get t. (Exactly ening, it doeso occur to o ed. S t erest everyone.

        Smile coquettisend you knos sure to make a good impression. But if you take a better look, tisimes a cute face. ts Petronella van Daan.

        ttle. Young Mr. van Daan is usually quiet and ite is ed,    never gets full. Even after t substantial meal, en twice as much.

        Number four -- Margot. Eats like a bird and doesnt talk at all. Ss only vegetables and fruit. "Spoiled," in t;too little exercise and fres; in ours.

        Beside y appetite, does alking. No os ture.

        Numbers six and seven. I    say muc Fat modest person at table. o see he children.

        ed o tle bundle of nerves.

        Dussel.    and dont talk. And if you o say sometalk about food. t doeso quarrels, just ting. ions, and "no" is not part of he food is good or bad.

        Pants t e up to , a red jacket, black pates     ttle table, aludying and never progressing. terrupted only by ernoon nap, food and -- e spot -- times a day to be someone ing outside tiently from one foot to an to    in and barely managing. Does Dussel care?

        Not a een to seven-ty, from ty to one, from to teen, from four to four-fifteen, from six to six-fifteen, from eleven-ty to t your cimes fular sessions." es or lets side to open up before a disaster occurs.

        Number nine is not part of our Annex family, altable. ite. Se and isnt co please and t pleases us. Serized as follows: cheerful, good-humored, kind and willing.

        tUESDAY, AUGUSt 10, 1943

        Dearest Kitty, .

        A nealk more to myself to tages. First, t o listen to my tinuous cter, and sed, I dont o get annoyed by t tupid but ots better to keep to myself. I apply tactiet t of me, pretend its delicious, avoid looking at it as mucs gone before Ive ime to realize    is.    up in t, I leap out of bed, to myself, "Youll be slipping bader t; o take do s, sniff at til I

        feel a bit of fresrip t as I    so I    be tempted to get ba. Do you kno of t of living. Isnt t a funny expression?

        eve all been a little fused t ertoren bells ed off to be melted do time, eit or day. I still    titute, made of tin or copper or some suind the clock.

        Every admiring gla my feet, iful (for times like to snap tilts, and look even taller than I already am.

        Yesterday , Margot o peel potatoes for me (take ting o t nearly knocked me over, and    let me ruo bat lump over my rigo make matters tle toe on my rig got stu t bled and , but my ots    I let tupid of me, because oe.    ape, I t get my .

        Dussel    us in danger for teentime. ually i-Mussolini tirade, ;You brutes!" and    on    dare t o ers.

        Yours, Anne

        A Daily Ctle unity: Peeling Potatoes!

        One persoo get some ne for atoes; and ter.

        Mr. Dussel begins.    al op,

        glang left and rigo see if everyone is doing it t!

        "Look, Anne, I am taking peeler in my op to bottom!

        Nein, not so . . . but so!”

        "I t; I say tentatively.

        "But t ake from me. Of course, it is no matter, you do t.”

        e go on peeling. I gla Dussel out of t in t, ), but says no more.

        I keep on peeling. t Fato Fatatoes is not a c precision oes, beans etables, o be totally absorbed in ask. s on ato-peeling face, and    in t particular    urn out anytly peeled potato.

        I keep on    ts all time I need. Mrs. van D. is trying to attract Dussels attention. Sarts by looking in ion, but Dussel pretends not to notice. S Dussel goes on peeling. S Dussel still doesnt look up. too, but Dussel pays them no mind.

        o aco cactics. t;Putti,    on an apron? Oto spend all day tom to get ts out of your suit!”

        "Im not getting it dirty.”

        Anot;Putti,    do;Im fianding up!”

        Silence.

        "Putti, look out, du spritzt sc;.* [*No Im being careful.”

        Mrs. van D. casts about for anotopic. "tell me, Putti, ish

        carrying out any bombing raids today?”

        "Because thers bad, Kerli!”

        "But yesterday it her.”

        "Lets drop t.”

        " a person talk about t or offer an opinion? "ell, w?”

        "O, Mammic;* [*Mommy] "Mr. Frank always answers his wife.”

        Mr. van D. is trying to trol    Mrs. van D.s not oo quit: "Oo be an invasion!”

        Mr. van D. turns , Mrs. van D. turns red, but s about to be deterred: "tis doing a thing!”

        ts. "And noter noc loud!"] Motifle a laugare straight ahead.

        Ses like ted almost daily, u errible fig case, her Mr. nor Mrs. van D. says a word.

        Its time for me to get some more potatoes. I go up to ttic, .

        notices it, and o tter.

        Peter she room.

        Freedom in ty. Beps arrival signals tly freedom. t

        going rigairs    before t of us. t ss doating    usually starts ;O; Bep    me. Mrs. van D. doesnt miss a ake o    must be one of to go up there.

        Five forty-five. Bep leaves. I go doo    to tco te offid to to open t door for Mouschi.

        After a long tour of iion, I odays mail. Peter picks up Bocypeers upstairs; Margot looks around for a quiet place to do s a kettle of er on tove; Motairs atoes; we all know our jobs.

        Sooer es back from t question t. o t offiake o teel et, takes out tarts to leave. At any rate, ts o do, but before s o sit uhe desk.

        Peter looks all around ! o t by tail. Mouscer sig has he aplished?

        Mousg by t ers clutcer    to lure akes t, follohe door closes.

        I cire se the door.

        Mr. van Daan is angry and slams t and I exc e again because of some blunder on Mr. Kuglers part, and ten all about t door.

        Anotep is oy, sniffs. . . coug.    of luck -- it o t office. tains are open,    at ing paper. h a scowl.

        Margot and I exe less page for    tomorro; I

        .

        Aread is airs Dussel, seeking fort in e spot.

        e tinue aps means diime!

        MONDAY, AUGUSt 23, 1943

        enn Die U . . .* [* rikes    eig and Mot;S, Otto. Ss eigy.

        e    run ter anymore. alk softly!" A sample of o Fat troke of    eigo be in ter, no flusoilet, no aff    arrived, sounds travel more easily to the warehouse.

        tairs at eigy, and tle taps on t cereal. I clamber up tairs to get my doggie dish.

        Back doairs, everyto be done quickly, quickly: I y    aty, s! triking eigy! Mrs.

        van D. coo -- a veritable C.

        ts . I    to read or study and Margot does too. Fatto. Fatting (ionary, of course) on t even    mattress. ters    be piled on top of eac;I do; ;I    mahem!”

        Os reading,    look up. ries to get Moto read a story.

        "I dont ime right now!”

        ed, but tio read.

        A little ;You

        o read ther!”

        Mots on tting or studying, o    tet, "Anne, remember to . . . Margot, jot this down. . . “

        After a    again. Margot slams ; Fats ration reappearing I at tarts g ; and I get curious and listen too. Pim is drao tion . . .

        Nine oclock. Breakfast!
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