SUNDAY, JUNE 13, 1943

Heaps of things have happened, but I often think Im boring you with my dreary chitchat and that youd just as soon have fewer letters. So Ill keep the news brief.

All over the country people are trying to get hold of an old radio that they can hand over instead of their "morale booster." Its true: as the reports from outside grow worse and worse, the radio, with its wondrous voice, helps us not to lose heart and to keep telling ourselves, "Cheer up, keep your spirits high, things are bound to get better!」

Men youre living with old folks, all you can do

Dearest Kitty,

Dearest Kitty,

He cant work anymore, and hread.99csw.comes just sitting at home, surrounded by his eight children, brooding about his approaching death. I feel very sorry for him and hate not being able to go out; otherwise, Id visit him as often as I could and help take his mind off matters. Now the good man can no longer let us know whats being said and done in the warehouse, which is a disaster for us. Mr. Voskuijl was our greatest source of

Its a pity we have to turn in our big Philips, but when youre in hiding, you cant afford to bring the authorities down on your heads. Of course, well put the "baby」

For the rest, Ive been thoroughly spoiled and have received a number of read.99csw.comlovely presents, including a big book on my favorite subject, Greek and Roman mythology.

TUESDAY, JUNE 15, 1943

radio upstairs. Whats a clandestine radio when there are already clandestine Jews and clandestine money?

"Weve got experience! Take it from me!」

help and suppor when it came to safety measures. We miss him very much.

Next month its our turn to hand over our radio to the authorities. Mr. Kleiman has a small set hidden in his home that hes giving us to replace our beautiful cabinet radio.

To put on my shoes I must off my toes, Dh dear, Im plagued with so many woes!」

Ones own shortcomings are nothing but fluff, But everyone 九-九-藏-書elses are heavier stuff:

The many months here have not been in vain, Since wasting time noes against your Brain.

Nor can I complain about the lack of candy; everyone had dipped into their last reserves. As the Benjamin of the Annex, I got more than I deserve.

We know the ropes, we know the same.」

Nitpickings a habit thats hard to dispel.

Margot had trouble getting the part about food to rhyme, so Im leaving it out. But aside from that, dont you think its a good poem?

Since Pim writes his verses only in German, Margot volunteered to translate it into Dutch. See for yourself whether Margot hasnt done herself proud. It begins with the usual summary o九-九-藏-書f the years events and then continues:

Faultfinding comes easy when this is our plight, But its hard for your parents, try as they might, To treat you with fairness, and kindness as well;

"Weve done this all before, you see.

You read and study nearly all the day, Determined to chase the boredom away.

Since time immemorial, always the same.

The more difficult question, much harder to bear, Is "What on earth do I have to wear?

As youngest among us, but small no more, Your life can be trying, for we have the chore Of becoming your teachers, a terrible bore.

Is put up with their nagging -- its hard but its true.

The poem Father composed for my bi九-九-藏-書rthday is too nice to keep to myself.

Yours, Anne

Mr. Voskuijl wasnt operated on for his ulcer after all. Once the doctors had him on the operating table and opened him up, they saw that he had cancer. It was in such an advanced stage that an operation was pointless. So they stitched him up again, kept him in the hospital for three weeks, fed him well and sent him back home. But they made an unforgivable error: they told the poor man exactly what was in store for him.

Yours, Anne

The pill may be bitter, but down it must go, For its meant to keep the peace, you know.

Ive got no more panties, my clothes are too tight, My shirt is a loincloth, Im really a siaht!