Memories Mean More To Me Than Dresses.

I Can Shake Off Everything As I Write; My Sorrows Disappear, My Courage Is Reborn.

Another Fact That Doesn't Exactly Brighten Up Our Days Is That Mr. Van Maaren, The Man Who Works In The Warehouse, Is Getting Suspicious About The Annex.

Our Many Jewish Friends And Acquaintances Are Being Taken Away In Droves. The Gestapo Is Treating Them Very Roughly And Transporting Them In Cattle Cars To Westerbork, The Big Camp In Drenthe To Which They're Sending All The Jews....if It's That Bad In Holland, What Must It Be Like In Those Faraway And Uncivilized Places Where The Germans Are Sending Them? We Assume That Most Of Them Are Being Murdered. The English Radio Says They're Being Gassed.

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.