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ed to eat meat； life bees unbearable； nothings good enough； and theres bound to be a flaming row。 my kerlis an idiot。”
mrs。 frank： 〃foods not very important； but id love a slice of rye bread right now； because im so hungry。 if i were mrs。 van daan； id have put a stop to mr。 van daans smoking long ago。 but i desperately need a cigarette now； because my heads in such a whirl。 the van daans are horrible people； the english may make a lot of mistakes； but the war is progressing。 i should keep my mouth shut and be grateful im not in poland。”
mr。 frank： 〃everythings fine； i dont need a thing。 stay calm； weve got plenty of time。 just give me my potatoes； and ill be quiet。 better set aside some of my rations for bep。 the political situation is improving； im extremely optimistic。”
mr。 dussel： 〃i must plete the task ive set for myself； everything must be finished on time。 the political situation is looking gut； its eempossible for us to get caught。
me； me； me 。 。 。 。”
yours； anne
thursday； march 16； 1944
dearest kitty；
whew！ released from the gloom and doom for a few moments！ all ive been hearing today is： 〃if this and that happens； were in trouble； and if so…and…so gets sick； well be left to fend for ourselves； and if 。 。 。”
well； you know the rest； or at any rate i assume youre famthar enough with the residents of the annex to guess what theyd be talking about。
the reason for all the 〃ifs〃 is that mr。 kugler has been called up for a six…day work detail； bep is down with a bad cold and will probably have to stay home tomorrow； miep hasnt gotten over her flu； and mr。 kleimans stom… ach bled so much he lost consciousness。 what a tale of woe！
we think mr。 kugler should go directly to a reliable doctor for a medical certificate of ill health； which he can present to the city hall in hilversum。 the warehouse …… employees have been given a day off tomorrow； so bep will be alone in the office。 if （theres another 〃if） bep has to stay home； the door will remain locked and well have
to be as quiet as mice so the keg pany wont hear us。 at one oclock jan will e for half an hour to check on us poor forsaken souls； like a zookeeper。
this afternoon； for the first time in ages； jan gave us some news of the outside world。 you should have seen us gathered around him； it looked exactly like a print：
〃at grandmothers knee。”
he regaled his grateful audience with talk of…what else？…food。 mrs。 p。； a friend of mieps； has been cooking his meals。 the day before yesterday jan ate carrots with green peas； yesterday he had the leftovers； today shes cooking marrowfat peas； and tomorrow shes plan… ning to mash the remaining carrots with potatoes。
we asked about mieps doctor。
〃doctor？〃 said jan。 〃what doctor？ i called him this morning and got his secretary on the line。 i asked for a flu prescription and was told i could e pick it up tomor… row morning between eight and nine。 if youve got a particularly bad case of flu； the doctor himself es to the phone and says； stick out your tongue and say 〃aah。”
oh； i can hear it； your throats infected。 ill write out a prescription and you can bring it to the phar… macy。 good day。 and thats that。 easy job hes got； diagnosis by phone。 but i shouldnt blame the doctors。〃 after all； a person has only two hands； and these days therere too many patients and too few doctors。”
still； we all had a good laugh at jans phone call。 i can just imagine what a doctors waiting room looks like these days。 doctors no longer turn up their noses at the poorer patients； but at those with minor illnesses。 〃hey； what are you doing here？”
they think。 〃go to the end of the line； real patients have priority！”
yours； anne
thursday； march 16； 1944
dearest kitty；
the weather is gorgeous； indescribably beautiful； ill be going up to the attic in a moment。
i now know why im so much more restless than peter。 he has his own room； where he can work； dream； think and sleep。 im constantly being chased from one corner to another。 im never alone in the room i share with dussel； though i long to be so much。 thats another reason i take refuge in the attic。 when im there； or with you； i
can be myself； at least for a little while。 still； i dont want to moan and groan。 on the contrary； i want to be brave！
thank goodness the others notice nothing of my innermost feelings； except that every day im growing cooler and more contemptuous of mother； less affection… ate to father and less willing to share a single thought with margot； im closed up tighter than a drum。 above all； i have to maintain my air of confidence。 no one must know that my heart and mind are constantly at war with each other。 up to now reason has always won the battle； but will my emotions get the upper hand？ sometimes i fear they will； but more often i actually hope they do！
oh； its so terribly hard not to talk to peter about these things； but i know i have to let him begin； its so hard to act during the daytime as if everything ive said and done in my dreams had never taken place！ kitty； anne is crazy； but then these are crazy times and even crazier circumstances。
the nicest part is being able to write down all my thoughts and feelings； otherwise； id absolutely suffocate。 i wonder what peter thinks about all these things？ i keep thinking ill be able to talk to him about them one day。 he must have guessed something about the inner me； since he couldnt possibly love the outer anne hes known so far！ how could someone like peter； who loves peace and quiet； possibly stand my bustle and noise？ will he be the first and only person to see whats beneath my granite mask？ will it take him long？ isnt there some old saying about love being akin to pity？ isnt that whats happening here as well？ because i often pity him as much as i do myself！
i honestly dont know how to begin； i really dont； so how can i expect peter to when talking is so much harder for him？ if only i could write to him； then at least hed know what i was trying to say； since its so hard to say it out loud！
yours； anne
m。 frank
friday； march 17； 1944
my dearest darling； everything turned out all right after all； bep just had a sore throat； not