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I Haven't Written For A Few Days, Because I Wanted First Of All To Think About My Diary. It's An Odd Idea For Someone Like Me To Keep A Diary; Not Only Because I Have Never Done So Before, But Because It Seems To Me That Neither I-nor For That Matter Anyone Else-will Be Interested In The Unbosomings Of A Thirteen -year -old Schoolgirl. Still, What Does That Matter? I Want To Write, But More Than That, I Want To Bring Out All Kinds Of Things That Lie Buried Deep In My Heart.

Not Being Able To Go Outside Upsets Me More Than I Can Say, And I’m Terrified Our Hiding Place Will Be Discovered And That We’ll Be Shot.

I Never Utter My Real Feelings About Anything. My Lighter, Superficial Side Will Always Be Too Quick For The Deeper Side Of Me, And That's Why It Always Wins.

I Can't Let Them See My Doubts, Or The Wounds They've Inflicted On Me.

Who Has Inflicted This Upon Us? Who Has Made Us Jews Different From All Other People? Who Has Allowed Us To Suffer So Terribly Uptill Now? It Is God That Has Made Us As We Are, But It Will Be God, Too, Who Will Raise Us Up Again. If We Bear All This Suffering And If There Are Still Jews Left, When It Is Over, Then Jews, Instead Of Being Doomed, Will Be Held Up As An Example.