THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL part -II -ANNE FRANK

Page number -1 SUNDAY, JUNE 21, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Our entire class is quaking in its boots. The reason, of course, is the upcoming meeting in which the teachers decide who'll move up to the next form and who'll be kept back. Half the class is making bets. G.Z. and I laugh ourselves silly at the two boys behind us, C.N. and Jacques Kocernoot, who have staked their entire vacation savings on their bet. From morning to night, it's 'You're going to pass', 'No, I'm not, 'Yes, you are,' 'No, I'm not'. Even G.'s pleading glances and my angry outbursts can't calm them down. If you ask me, there are so many dummies that about a quarter of the class should be kept back, but teachers are the most unpredictable creatures on earth. Maybe this time they'll be unpredictable in the right direction for a change. I'm not so worried about my girlfriends and myself. We'll make it. The only subject I'm not sure about is maths. Anyway, all we can do is wait. Until then, we keep telling each other not to lose heart. I get along pretty well with all my teachers. There are nine of them, seven men and two women. Mr Keesing, the old fogey who teaches maths, was annoyed with me for ages because I talked so much. After several warnings, he assigned me extra homework. An essay on the subject 'A Chatterbox'. A chatterbox, what can you write about that? I'd worry about that later, I decided. I jotted down the title in my notebook, tucked it in my bag and tried to keep quiet. That evening, after I'd finished the rest of my homework, the note about the essay caught my eye. I began thinking about the subject while chewing the tip of my fountain pen. Anyone could ramble on and leave big spaces between the words, but the trick was to come up with convincing arguments to prove the necessity of talking. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -2 I thought and thought, and suddenly I had an idea. I wrote the three pages Mr Keesing had assigned me and was satisfied. I argued that talking is a female trait and that I would do my best to keep it under control, but that I would never be able to break myself of the habit, since my mother talked as much as I did, if not more, and that there's not much you can do about inherited traits. Mr Keesing had a good laugh at my arguments, but when I proceeded to talk my way through the next lesson, he assigned me a second essay. This time it was supposed to be on 'An Incorrigible Chatterbox'. I handed it in, and Mr Keesing had nothing to complain about for two whole lessons. However, during the third lesson he'd finally had enough. "Anne Frank, as punishment for talking in class, write an essay entitled "Quack, Quack, Quack,' said Mistress Chatterback". The class roared. I had to laugh too, though I'd nearly exhausted my ingenuity on the topic of chatterboxes. It was time to come up with something else, something original. My friend Sanne, who's good at poetry, offered to help me write the essay from beginning to end in verse. I jumped for joy. Keesing was trying to play a joke on me with this ridiculous subject, but I'd make sure the joke was on him. I finished my poem, and it was beautiful! It was about a mother duck and a father swan with three baby ducklings who were bitten to death by the father because they quacked too much. Luckily, Keesing took the joke the right way. He read the poem to the class, adding his own comments, and to several other classes as well. Since then I've been allowed to talk and haven't been assigned any extra homework. On the contrary, Keesing's always making jokes these days. Yours, Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄- https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -3 WEDNESDAY, JUNE 24, 1942 Dearest Kitty, It's sweltering. Everyone is huffing and puffing, and in this heat I have to walk everywhere. Only now do I realize how pleasant a tram is, but we Jews are no longer allowed to make use of this luxury; our own two feet are good enough for us. Yesterday at lunchtime I had an appointment with the dentist on Jan Luykenstraat. It's a long way from our school on Stadstimmertuinen. That afternoon I nearly fell asleep at my desk. Fortunately, people automatically offer you something to drink. The dental assistant is really kind. The only mode of transportation left to us is the ferry. The ferryman at Josef Israëlkade took us across when we asked him to. It's not the fault of the Dutch that we Jews are having such a bad time. I wish I didn't have to go to school. My bike was stolen during Easter holidays, and Father gave Mother's bike to some Christian friends for safekeeping. Thank goodness summer holidays are almost here; one more week and our torment will be over. Something unexpected happened yesterday morning. As I was passing the bicycle racks, I heard my name being called. I turned around and there was the nice boy I'd met the evening before at my friend Wilma's. He's Wilma's second cousin. I used to think Wilma was nice, which she is, but all she ever talks about is boys, and that gets to be a bore. He came toward me, somewhat shyly, and introduced himself as Hello Silberberg. I was a little surprised and wasn't sure what he wanted, but it didn't take me long to find out. He asked if I would allow him to accompany me to school. As long as you're headed that way, I'll go with you,' I said. And so we walked together. Hello is sixteen and good at telling all kinds of funny stories.He was waiting for me again this morning, and I expect he will be from now on. Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -4 WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Until today I honestly couldn't find the time to write you. I was with friends all day Thursday, we had company on Friday, and that's how it went until today. Hello and I have got to know each other very well this past week, and he's told me a lot about his life. He comes from Gelsenkirchen and is living with his grandparents. His parents are in Belgium, but there's no way he can get there. Hello used to have a girlfriend named Ursula. I know her too. She's perfectly sweet and perfectly boring. Ever since he met me, Hello has realised that he's been falling asleep at Ursul's side. So I'm kind of a pep tonic. You never know what you're good for! Jacque spent Saturday night here. Sunday afternoon she was at Hanneli's, and I was bored stiff. Hello was supposed to come over that evening, but he rang about six. I answered the phone, and he said, "This is Helmuth Silberberg. May I please speak to Anne?' 'Oh, Hello. This is Anne.' 'Oh, hello, Anne. How are you?' 'Very well, thanks.' I just wanted to say I'm sorry but I can't come tonight, though I would like to have a word with you. Is it all right if I come by and pick you up in about ten minutes?' 'Yes, that's fine. Bye-bye!' "Okay, I'll be right over. Bye-bye!' I hung up, quickly changed my clothes and did my hair. I was so nervous I leaned out of the window to watch for him. He finally showed up. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -5 Miracle of miracles, I didn't rush down the stairs, but waited quietly until he rang the bell. I went down to open the door, and he got right to the point. 'Anne, my grandmother thinks you're too young for me to be seeing you on a regular basis. She says I should be going to the Lowenbachs', but you probably know that I'm not going out with Ursul anymore." 'No, I didn't know. What happened? Did you two have an argument? 'No, nothing like that. I told Ursul that we weren't suited to each other and so it was better for us not to go together anymore, but that she was welcome at my house and I hoped I would be welcome at hers. Actually, I thought Ursul was hanging around with another boy, and I treated her as if she were. But that wasn't true. And then my uncle said I should apologise to her, but of course I didn't feel like it, and that's why I broke up with her. But that was just one of the reasons. Now my grandmother wants me to see Ursul and not you, but I don't agree and I'm not going to. Sometimes old people have really old-fashioned ideas, but that doesn't mean I have to go along with them. I need my grandparents, but in a certain sense they need me too. From now on I'll be free on Wednesday evenings. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -6 You see, my grandparents made me sign up for a wood-carving class, but actually I go to a club organised by the Zionists. My grandparents don't want me to go, because they're anti-Zionists. I'm not a fanatical Zionist, but it interests me. Anyway, it's been such a mess lately that I'm planning to quit. So next Wednesday will be my last meeting. That means I can see you Wednesday evening, Saturday afternoon, Saturday evening, Sunday afternoon and maybe even more.' 'But if your grandparents don't want you to, you shouldn't go behind their backs.' 'All's fair in love and war.' Just then we passed Blankevoort's Bookstore and there was Peter Schiff with two other boys; it was the first time he'd said hello to me in ages, and it really made me feel good. Monday evening Hello came over to meet Father and Mother. I had bought a cake and some sweets, and we had tea and biscuits, the works, but neither Hello nor I felt like sitting stiffly on our chairs. So we went out for a walk, and he didn't deliver me to my door until ten past eight. Father was furious. He said it was very wrong of me not to get home on time. I had to promise to be home by ten to eight in the future. I've been asked to Hello's on Saturday. Wilma told me that one night when Hello was at her house, she asked him, 'Who do you like best, Ursul or Anne?" ." LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -7 He said, 'It's none of your business But as he was leaving (they hadn't talked to each other the rest of the evening), he said, 'Well, I like Anne better, but don't tell anyone. Bye!' And whoosh... he was out the door. In everything he says or does, I can see that Hello is in love with me, and it's kind of nice for a change. Margot would say that Hello is a decent sort. I think so too, but he's more than that. Mother is also full of praise: A good-looking boy. Nice and polite.' I'm glad he's so popular with everyone. Except with my girlfriends. He thinks they're very childish, and he's right about that. Jacque still teases me about him, but I'm not in love with him. Not really. It's all right for me to have boys as friends. Nobody minds. Mother is always asking me who I'm going to marry when I grow up, but I bet she'll never guess it's Peter, because I talked her out of that idea myself, without batting an eyelash. I love Peter as I've never loved anyone, and I tell myself he's only going around with all those other girls to hide his feelings for me. Maybe he thinks Hello and I are in love with each other, which we're not. He's just a friend, or as Mother puts it, a suitor. Yours, Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number-8 SUNDAY, JULY 5, 1942 Dear Kitty, The examination results were announced in the Jewish Theatre on Friday. My report card wasn't too bad. I got one D, a C-in algebra and all the rest B's, except for two B+'s and two B-s. My parents are pleased, but they're not like other parents when it comes to grades. They never worry about reports, good or bad. As long as I'm healthy and happy and not too cheeky, they're satisfied. If these three things are all right, everything else will take care of itself. I'm just the opposite. I don't want to be a bad pupil. I was accepted to the Jewish Lyceum on a conditional basis. I was supposed to stay at the Montessori School, but when Jewish children were required to go to Jewish schools, Mr Elte finally agreed, after a great deal of persuasion, to accept Lies Goslar and me. Lies also passed this year, though she has to repeat her geometry exam. Poor Lies. It isn't easy for her to study at home; her baby sister, a spoiled little two-year-old, plays in her room all day. If Gabi doesn't get her way, she starts screaming, and if Lies doesn't look after her, Mrs Goslar starts screaming. So Lies has a hard time doing her homework, and as long as that's the case, the extra tuition she's been getting won't help much. The Goslar household is really a sight. Mrs Goslar's parents live next door, but eat with the family. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number-9 The there's a hired girl, the baby, the always absentminded and absent Mr Goslar and the always nervous and irritable Mrs Goslar, who's expecting another baby. Lies, who's all thumbs, gets lost in the mayhem. My sister Margot has also gotten her report. Brilliant, as usual. If we had such a thing as 'cum laude', she would have passed with honours, she's so clever. Father has been home a lot lately. There's nothing for him to do at the office; it must be awful to feel you're not needed. Mr Kleiman has taken over Opekta, and Mr Kugler, Gies & Co., the company dealing in spices and spice substitutes that was set up in 1941. A few days ago, as we were taking a stroll around our neighbourhood square, Father began to talk about going into hiding. He said it would be very hard for us to live cut off from the rest of the world. I asked him why he was bringing this up now. Well, Anne,' he replied, 'you know that for more than a year we've been sending our clothes, food and furniture to other people. We don't want our belongings to be seized by the Germans. Nor do we want to fall into their clutches ourselves. So we'll leave of our own accord and not wait to be hauled away." "But when, Father?" He sounded so serious that I felt scared. 'Don't you worry. We'll take care of everything Just enjoy your carefree life while you can." That was it. Oh, may these sombre words not come true for as long as possible. The doorbell's ringing, Hello's here, time to stop. Yours, Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -10 WEDNESDAY, JULY 8, 1942 Dearest Kitty, It seems like years since Sunday morning. So much has happened it's as if the whole world had suddenly turned upside down. But as you can see, Kitty, I'm still alive, and that's the main thing, Father says. I'm alive all right, but don't ask where or how. You probably don't understand a word I'm saying today, so I'll begin by telling you what happened Sunday afternoon. At three o'clock (Hello had left but was supposed to come back later), the doorbell rang. I didn't hear it, since I was out on the balcony, lazily reading in the sun. A little while later Margot appeared in the kitchen doorway looking very agitated. Father has received a call-up notice from the SS,' she whispered. 'Mother has gone to see Mr van Daan.' (Mr van Daan is Father's business partner and a good friend.) I was stunned. A call-up: everyone knows what that means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced through my head. How could we let Father go to such a fate? 'Of course he's not going, declared Margot as we waited for Mother in the living room. Mother's gone to Mr van Daan to ask whether we can move to our hiding place tomorrow. The van Daans are going with us. There will be seven of us altogether. Silence. We couldn't speak. The thought of Father off visiting someone in the Jewish Hospital and completely unaware of what was happening, the long wait for Mother, the heat, the suspense -all this reduced us to silence. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -11 Suddenly the doorbell rang again. "That's Hello,' I said. 'Don't open the door!' exclaimed Margot to stop me. But it wasn't necessary, since we heard Mother and Mr van Daan downstairs talking to Hello, and then the two of them came inside and shut the door behind them. Every time the bell rang, either Margot or I had to tiptoe downstairs to see if it was Father, and we didn't let anyone else in. Margot and I were sent from the room, as Mr van Daan wanted to talk to Mother alone. When she and I were sitting in our bedroom, Margot told me that the call-up was not for Father, but for her. At this second shock, I began to cry. Margot is sixteen-apparently they want to send girls her age away on their own. But thank goodness she won't be going; Mother had said so herself, which must be what Father had meant when he talked to me about our going into hiding. Hiding...where would we hide? In the city? In the country? In a house? In a shack? When, where, how...? These were questions I wasn't allowed to ask, but they still kept running through my mind. Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a satchel. The first thing I stuck in was this diary, and then curlers, handkerchiefs, schoolbooks, a comb and some old letters. Preoccupied by the thought of going into hiding, I stuck the craziest things in the bag, but I'm not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -12 Father finally came home around five o'clock, and we rang Mr Kleiman to ask if he could come by that evening. Mr van Daan left and went to get Miep. Miep arrived and promised to return later that night, taking with her a bag full of shoes, dresses, jackets, underwear and stockings. After that it was quiet in our flat; none of us felt like eating. It was still hot, and everything was very strange. We had rented our big upstairs room to a Mr Goldschmidt, a divorced man in his thirties, who apparently had nothing despite all our polite hints he hung around until ten o'clock. to do that evening, since Miep and Jan Gies came at eleven. Miep, who's worked for Father's company since 1933, has become a close friend, and so has her husband Jan. Once again, shoes, stockings, books and underwear disappeared into Miep's bag and Jans deep pockets. At eleven-thirty they too disappeared. I was exhausted, and even though I knew it'd be my last night in my own bed, I fell asleep right away and didn't wake up until Mother called me at five-thirty the next morning. Fortunately, it wasn't as hot as Sunday; a warm rain fell throughout the day. The four of us were wrapped in so many layers of clothes it looked as if we were going off to spend the night in a refrigerator, and all that just so we could take more clothes with us. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -13 No Jew in our situation would dare leave the house with a suitcase full of clothes. I was wearing two vests, three pairs of pants, a dress, and over that a skirt, a jacket, a raincoat, two pairs of stockings, heavy shoes, a cap, a scarf and lots more. I was suffocating even before we left the house, but no one bothered to ask me how I felt. Margot stuffed her schoolbag with schoolbooks, went to get her bicycle and, with Miep leading the way, rode off into the great unknown. At any rate, that's how I thought of it, since I still didn't know where our hiding place was. At seven-thirty we too closed the door behind us; Moortje, my cat, was the only living creature I said good-bye to. According to a note we left for Mr Goldschmidt, she was to be taken to the neighbours, who would give her a good home. The stripped beds, the breakfast things on the table, the pound of meat for the cat in the kitchen - all of these created the impression that we'd left in a hurry. But we weren't interested in impressions. We just wanted to get out of there, to get away and reach our destination in safety. Nothing else mattered. More tomorrow. Yours, Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -14 THURSDAY, JULY 9, 1942 Dearest Kitty So there we were, Father, Mother and I, walking in the pouring rain, each of us with a satchel and a shopping bag filled to the brim with the most varied assortment of items. The people on their way to work at that early hour gave us sympathetic looks; you could tell by their faces that they were sorry they couldn't offer us some kind of transport, the conspicuous yellow star spoke for itself. Only when we were walking down the street did Father and Mother reveal, little by little, what the plan was. For months we'd been moving as much of our furniture and apparel out of the apartment as we could It was agreed that we'd go into hiding on July 16. Because of Margori call-up notice, the plan had to be moved forward ten days, which meane we'd have to make do with less orderly rooms The hiding place was located in Father's office building. That's a little hard for outsiders to understand, so I'll explain. Father didn't have a lot of people working in his office, just Mr Kugler, Mr Kleiman, Miep and a twenty-three-year-old typist named Bep Voskuijl, all of whom were informed of our coming. Mr Voskuijl, Bep's father, works in the warehouse, along with two assistants, none of whom were told anything Here's a description of the building. The large warehouse on the ground floor is used as a workroom and storeroom and is divided into several different sections, such as the stockroom and the milling room, where cinnamon, cloves and a pepper substitute are ground. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number -15 Next to the warehouse doors is another outside door, a separate entrance to the office. Just inside the office door is a second door, and beyond that a stairway. At the top of the stairs is another door, with a frosted window on which the word 'Office' is written in black letters. This is the big front office-very large, very light and very full Bep, Miep and Mr Kleiman work there during the day. After passing through an alcove containing a safe, a wardrobe and a big stationery cupboard, you come to the small, dark, stuffy back office. This used to be shared by Mr Kugler and Mr van Daan, but now Mr Kugler is its only occupant. Mr Kugler's office can also be reached from the passage, but only through a glass door that can be opened from the inside but not easily from the outside. If you leave Mr Kugler's office and proceed through the long, narrow passage past the coal store and go up four steps, you find yourself in the private office, the showpiece of the entire building. Elegant mahogany furniture, a linoleum floor covered with rugs, a radio, a fancy lamp, everything first class. Next door is a spacious kitchen with a water-heater and two gas rings, and beside that a lavatory. That's the first floor. LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number- 16 A wooden staircase leads from the downstairs passage to the second floor. At the top of the stairs is a landing, with doors on either side. The door on the left takes you up to the spice storage area, attic and loft in the front part of the house. A typically Dutch, very steep, ankle-twisting flight of stairs also runs from the front part of the house to another door opening onto the street. The door to the right of the landing leads to the 'Secret Annexe' at the back of the house. No one would ever suspect there were so many rooms behind that plain grey door. There's just one small step in front of the door, and then you're inside. Straight ahead of you is a steep flight of stairs. To the left is a narrow hallway opening onto a room that serves as the Frank family's living room and bedroom. Next door is a smaller room, the bedroom and study of the two young ladies of the family. To the right of the stairs is a 'bathroom', a windowless room with just a sink. The door in the corner leads to the lavatory and another one to Margot's and my room. If you go up the stairs and open the door at the top, you're surprised to see such a large, light and spacious room in an old canal-side house like this. It contains a gas cooker (thanks to the fact that it used to be Mr Kugler's laboratory) and a sink. This will be the kitchen and bedroom of Mr and Mrs van Daan, as well as the general living room, dining room and study for us all. A tiny side room is to be Peter van Daan's bedroom. Then, just as in the front part of the building, there's an attic and a loft. So there you are. Now I've introduced you to the whole of our lovely Annexe! Yours, Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc

Page number- 17 FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1942 Dearest Kitty, I've probably bored you with my long description of our house, but I still think you should know where I've ended up; how I ended up here is something you'll work out from my next letters. But first, let me continue my story, because, as you know, I hadn't finished. After we arrived at 263 Prinsengracht, Miep quickly led us through the long passage and up the wooden staircase to the next floor and into the Annexe. She shut the door behind us, leaving us alone. Margot had arrived much earlier on her bike and was waiting for us. Our living room and all the other rooms were so full of stuff that I can't find the words to describe it. All the cardboard boxes that had been sent to the office in the last few months were piled on the floors and beds. The small room was filled from floor to ceiling with linen. If we wanted to sleep in properly made beds that night, we had to get going and straighten up the mess. Mother and Margot were unable to move a muscle. They lay down on their bare mattresses, tired, miserable and I don't know what else. But Father and I, the two cleaner-uppers in the family, started in right away. All day long we unpacked boxes, filled cupboards, hammered nails and tidied up the mess, until we fell exhausted into our clean beds at night. We hadn't eaten a hot meal all day, but we didn't care; Mother and Margot were too tired and keyed up to eat, and Father and I were too busy. Tuesday morning we started where we left off the night before. Bep and Miep went shopping with our ration coupons, Father worked on our blackout screens, we scrubbed the kitchen floor, and were once again busy from morning to night. Until Wednesday, I didn't have a chance to think about the enormous change in my life. Then for the first time since our arrival in the Secret Annexe, I found a moment to tell you all about it and to realise what had happened to me and what was yet to happen. Yours Anne LET'S LEARN CAFE -HARRY 🪄(MANU) -https://hilokal.page.link/zuX9P HARRY 🪄 - https://hilokal.page.link/hjLHc