EDNESDAY, JULY 1, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
Until today I ly couldnt find time to e you. I s until today.
ten to kno about s. s are in Belgium, but t to oo. Sly s and perfectly boring. Ever since me, Ursuls side. So Im kind of a pep tonic. You never know w youre good for!
Jacque spent Saturday nigernoon s iff.
o come over t evening, but ;to Anne?quot;
quot;Ohis is Anne.”
quot;O; “
quot;Fine, thanks.”
quot;I just ed to say Im sorry but I cant come tonigo all rig ten minutes quot;Yes, ts fine. Bye-bye!”
quot;Okay, Ill be right over. Bye-bye!”
I to c rusairs, but ed quietly until doo open t rigo t.
quot;Anne, my grandmotoo young for me to be seeing you on a regular basis. So t you probably kno Im not going out h Ursul anymore.”
quot;No, I didnt know. wo ?”
quot;No, not. I told Ursul t suited to eac ter for us not to go toget t s my ually, I t Ursul ed t true. And to of course I didnt feel like it, and ts one of the reasons.
quot;Nos me to see Ursul and not you, but I dont agree and Im not going to. Sometimes old people t doesnt mean I o go along s, but in a certain sense too. From nos made me sign up for a actually I go to a club organized by ts. My grandparents dont me to go, because ti-Zionists. Im not a fanatic Zionist, but it interests me. Anys been sucely t Im planning to quit. So next ednesday meeting.
t means I can see you ednesday evening, Saturday afternoon, Saturday evening, Sunday afternoon and maybe even more.quot;
quot;But if your grandparents dont you to, you? s go beheir backs.”
quot;Alls fair in love and war.”
Just ts Bookstore and ter Sc time o me in ages, and it really made me feel good.
Monday evening o meet Fat a cake and some candy, and neit like sitting stiffly on our c out for a o my door until ten past eig to get ime. I o promise to be en to eigure. Ive been asked to urday.
ilma told me t one nig ;, Ursul or Anne?”
;Its none of your business.”
But as talked to eac of t;ell, I like Anne better, but dont tell anyone. Bye!quot; And he door.
In everyt s kind of nice for a c ly suitable. I too, but . Mot;A good-looking boy. Nice and polite.quot; Im glad about t. Jacque still teases me about Im not in love really. Its all rigo have boys as friends.
Nobody minds.
Moto marry ss Peter, because I talked of t idea myself, batting an eyelaser as Ive never loved anyone, and I tell myself o . a friend, or as Mots it, a beau.
Yours, Anne
SUNDAY, JULY 5, 1942
Dear Kitty,
tion ceremony in ter on Friday as expected. My report card too bad. I got one D, a C- in algebra and all t Bs, except for ts are pleased, but t like ots o grades. t report cards, good or bad. As long as Im talk back too mucisfied. If t, everytake care of itself.
Im just te. I dont to be a poor student. I ed to tional basis. I o stay in t tessori Sc o Jeer a great deal of persuasion, to accept Lies Goslar and me.
Lies also passed to repeat ry exam.
Poor Lies. It isnt easy for o study at er, a spoiled little t arts screaming, and if Lies doesnt look after arts screaming. So Lies ime doing s tutoring sting . Mrs. Goslars parents live next door, but eat minded and absent Mr. Goslar and ta Ie Mrs.
Goslar, s lost in the mayhem.
My sister Margot ten card.
Brilliant, as usual. If ; s.
Fat lately. to do at t must be ao feel youre not needed. Mr. Kleiman aken over Opekta, and Mr.
Kugler, Gies amp; Co., titutes t up in 1941.
A feaking a stroll around our neigo talk about going into off from t of this up now.
quot;ell, Anne,quot; ;you kno for more ture to ot our belongings to be seized by t to fall into tc to be hauled away.”
quot;But scared.
quot;Dont you ake care of everyt enjoy your carefree life while you can.”
t . O come true for as long as possible.
time to stop.
Yours, Anne
EDNESDAY, JULY 8, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
It seems like years since Sunday morning. So mucs as if turned upside do as you can see, Kitty, Im still alive, and ts t, but dont ask and a oday, so Ill begin by telling you w ernoon.
At t but o come back later), t , since I on ttle appeared in tcated. quot;Fatice from t; s;Moto see Mr.
van Daanquot; (Mr. van Daan is Fatner and a good friend.)
I unned. A call-up: everyone kno means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced t Fato suce? quot;Of course going,quot; declared Margot as ed for Mot;Moto Mr. van Daan to ask oget; Silence. e couldnt speak. t of Fating someone in tal and completely una, to silence.
Suddenly t;ts ; I said.
quot;Dont open t; exclaimed Margot to stop me. But it necessary, since alking to time t or I o tiptoe doairs to see if it let anyone else in. Margot and I from ted to talk to Mother alone.
ting in our bedroom, Margot told me t t for Fat for to cry. Margot is sixteen -- apparently t to send girls t be going; Mot be o me about our going into y? In try? In a ions I alloo ask, but till kept running through my mind.
Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a sc tuck in ters. Preoccupied by t of going into uck t t Im not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses.
Fato ask if evening. Mr. van Daan left and to get Miep. Miep arrived and promised to return later t nigaking s, underockings. After t it in our apartment; none of us felt like eating. It ill , and everytrange.
e ed our big upstairs room to a Mr. Goldsc, a divorced man in ies, evening, since despite all our polite s il ten oclock.
Miep and Jan Gies came at eleven. Miep, o Mieps bag and Jans deep pockets. At eleven-ty too disappeared.
I d be my last nig a il Mot five-ty t morning. Fortunately, it as as Sunday; a the day.
t looked as if o spend t in a refrigerator, and all t just so ake more clotuation case full of clots, a dress, and over t a skirt, a jacket, a raincoat, tockings, s more. I ing even before t no one boto ask me .
Margot stuffed to get o t unkno any rate, ts of it, since I still didnt know where our hiding place was.
At seven-ty oo closed tje, my cat, ure I said good-bye to. According to a note for Mr. Goldsc, so be taken to the neighbors, who would give her a good home.
tripped beds, t table, t for t in tced t in a interested in impressions. e just ed to get out of to get aion in safety. Nottered.
More tomorrow.
Yours, Anne
thURSDAY, JULY 9, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
So to t varied assortment of items. to t early ic looks;
you could tell by t t offer us some kind of transportation; tar spoke for itself.
Only did Fattle by little, ure and apparel out of tment as o s call-up notice, to be moved up ten days, h less orderly rooms.
ted in Fats a little siders to understand, so Ill explain. Fat of people y-typist named Bep Voskuijl, all of ants, none of hing.
ion of toreroom and is divided into several different sections, sucockroom and titute are ground.
Next to tside door, a separate entrance to t inside t a stair top of tairs is anoted ; is ten in black letters. t office -- very large, very liger passing taining a safe, a o tuffy back office. to be s nos only occupant. Mr. Kuglers office can also be reac only t can be opened from t not easily from tside. If you leave Mr. Kuglers office and proceed t teps, you find yourself in te office, tire building. Elegant maure, a linoleum floor covered class.
Next door is a spacious kitc-er er and t a bats the second floor.
A aircase leads from tairs o t top of tairs is a landing, takes you up to torage area, attic and loft in t part of typically Dutceep, ankle-ting fligairs also runs from t part of to anoto treet.
to t of to t;Secret Annexquot; at t t plain gray door. t one small step in front of traigeep fligairs. to t is a narro serves as t MAP hERE]
room and bedroom. Next door is a smaller room, tudy of t of tairs is a oilet and anoto Margots and my room. If you go up tairs and open t top, youre surprised to see suc and spacious room in an old canalside contains a stove (to t it used to be Mr. Kuglers laboratory) and a sink.
tcudy for us all. A tiny side room is to be Peter van Daans bedroom. t as in t part of ttic and a loft. So troduced you to the whole of our lovely Annex!
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1942
Dearest Kitty, Ive probably bored you ion of our I still t from my next letters.
But first, let me continue my story, because, as you kno finiser 263 Prinsengracaircase to t floor and into t t ing for us.
Our living room and all tuff t I cant find to describe it. All t to t feo ceted to sleep in properly made beds t nigo get going and straig o move a muscle. ttresses, tired, miserable and I dont kno Fatarted in right away.
All day long o our clean beds at nig eaten a meal all day, but care; Mot oo tired and keyed up to eat, and Fatoo busy.
tuesday morning arted before. Bep and Miep grocery sion coupons, Fat screens, co sundoil ednesday, I didnt o t the enormous change in my life.
t time since our arrival in t Annex, I found a moment to tell you all about it and to realize to happen.
Yours, Anne
SAtURDAY, JULY 11, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
Fat still cant get used to tertoren clock, ime every quarter of an me, I liked it from tart; it sounds so reassuring, especially at nig to I t I dont really kno. I dont t t doesnt mean I e it. Its more like being on vacation in some strange pension. Kind of an odd o look at life in ts o may be damp and lopsided, but t a more comfortable erdam. No, in all of holland.
Up to nos blank o Fat my entire postcard and movie-star collection o a brus of glue, I o plaster tures. It looks muco build cupboards and ot of ttic.
Margot and Mot. Yesterday Mot -pea soup for t time, but tairstalking and forgot all about it. t of scraping could get t of the pan.
Last nig doo te office and listened to England on t t I literally begged Fato take me back upstairs. Motood my anxiety and ever arted off immediately t day seains. Actually, you can , since t scraps of fabric, varying greatly in sy and pattern, coget acked to
tay until of hiding.
t is a branc is a furniture er travel t to coug nighough she has a bad cold, and are giving her large doses of codeine.
Im looking foro t for tuesday. It . You see, its t makes me so nervous during ts, and Id give anyto have one of our helpers sleep here.
Its really not t bad en to the radio in Daddys office.
Mr. Kleiman and Miep, and Bep Voskuijl too, ra o buy lots of games. Of course, ever look out tside. And so tairs cant hear us.
Yesterday tes of co can. ere going to use ty crates to make bookshelves.
Someones calling me.
Yours, Anne
COMMENt ADDED BY ANNE ON SEPtEMBER 2g, 1942: Not beina able to ao outside upsets me more terrified our , of course, is a fairly dismal prospect.
SUNDAY, JULY 12, 1942
to me t mont every day I feel myself drifting furt. I o start picking on me again five minutes later.
You can easily see t and t broke the vacuum cleaner, and because of
t lig of t;ell, Margot, its easy to see youre not used to ter to yank t by t; Margot made some reply, and t ory.
But ternoon, o ree somet because ing is so o read, s let me. S again, and tting involved.
I dont fit in t clearly in t feimental toget Id ratimental on my o is along so giving a moments t to t t I dont feel t way.
Daddys tands me, no. Anot stand is alk about me in front of outsiders, telling ts horrible.
And sometimes talk about Moortje and I cant take t at all. Moortje is my . I miss e of ten I tears. Moortje is so s, and I love I keep dreaming so us.
I y of dreams, but ty is t ay il t ever go outside, and tors oo dangerous.
COMMENt ADDED BY ANNE IN SEPtEMBER 1942: Daddys ally, and I o- talk sometime my bursting instantly into tears. But apparently t o do h my age.
Id like to spend all my time ing, but t boring.
Up to nos to my diary. I still gotten around to ing amusing sketc I could read aloud at a later date. In ture Im going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.