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stairs the entire morning； mr。 kleiman left us on tenterhooks until eleven…thirty。 he told that the burglars had forced the outside door and the warehouse door with a crowbar； but when they didnt find anything worth stealing； they tried their luck on the next floor。 they stole two cashboxes containing 40 guilders； blank checkbooks and； worst of all； coupons for 330 pounds of sugar； our entire allotment。 it wont be easy to wangle new ones。
mr。 kugler thinks this burglar belongs to the same gang as the one who made an unsuccessful attempt six weeks ago to open all three doors （the warehouse door and the two outside doors）。
the burglary caused another stir； but the annex seems to thrive on excitement。
naturally； we were glad the cash register and the typewriters had been safely tucked away in our clothes closet。
yours； anne
ps。 landing in sicily。 another step closer to the 。 。 。 ！
monday； july 19；1943
dearest kitty；
north amsterdam was very heavily bombed on sunday。 there was apparently a great deal of destruction。 entire streets are in ruins； and it will take a while for them to dig out all the bodies。 so far there have been two hundred dead and countless wounded；
the hospitals are bursting at the seams。 weve been told of children searching forlornly in the smoldering ruins for their dead parents。 it still makes me shiver to think of the dull； distant drone that signified the approaching destruction。
friday； july 23； 1943
bep is currently able to get hold of notebooks； especially journals and ledgers； useful for my bookkeeping sister！ other kinds are for sale as well； but dont ask what theyre like or how long theyll last。 at the moment theyre all labeled 〃no coupons
needed！〃 like everything else you can purchase without ration stamps； theyre i totally worthless。 they consist of twelve sheets of gray i paper with narrow lines that slant across the page。 margot is thinking about taking a course in calligraphy； ive advised her to go ahead and do it。 mother wont let me because of my eyes； but i think thats silly。 whether i do i that or something else； it all es down to the same i thing。
since youve never been through a war； kitty； and since you know very little about life in hiding； in spite of my letters； let me tell you； just for fun； what we each want to do first when were able to go outside again。
margot and mr。 van daan wish； above all else； to have a hot bath； filled to the brim； which they can lie in for more than half an hour。 mrs。 van daan would like a cake； dussel can think of nothing but seeing his charlotte； and mother is dying for a cup of real coffee。 father would like to visit mr。 voskuijl； peter would go downtown； and as for me； id be so overjoyed i wouldnt know where to begin。
most of all i long to have a home of our own； to be able to move around freely and have someone help me with my homework again； at last。 in other words； to go back to school！
bep has offered to get us some fruit； at so…called bargain prices： grapes 2。50 guilders a pound； gooseberries 70 cents a pound； one peach 50 cents； melons 75 cents a pound。 no wonder the papers write every evening in big； fat letters： 〃keep prices down！鈥�
monday； july 26； 1943
dear kitty；
yesterday was a very tumultuous day； and were still all wound up。 actually； you may wonder if theres ever a day that passes without some kind of excitement。
the first warning siren went off in the morning while we were at breakfast； but we paid no attention； because it only meant that the planes were crossing the coast。 i had a terrible headache； so i lay down for an hour after breakfast and then went to the office at around two。
at two…thirty margot had finished her office work and was just gathering her things together when the sirens began wailing again。 so she and i trooped back upstairs。
none too soon； it seems； for less than five minutes later the guns were booming so loudly that we went and stood in the hall。 the house shook and the bombs kept
falling。 i was clutching my 〃escape bag；〃 more because i wanted to have something to hold on to than because i wanted to run away。 i know we cant leave here； but if we had to； being seen on the streets would be just as dangerous as getting caught in an air raid。 after half an hour the drone of engines faded and the house began to hum with activity again。 peter emerged from his lookout post in the front attic； dussel remained in the front office； mrs。 van d。 felt safest in the private office； mr。 van daan had been watching from the loft； and those of us on the landing spread out to watch the columns of smoke rising from the harbor。 before long the smell of fire was everywhere； and outside it looked as if the city were enveloped in a thick fog。
a big fire like that is not a pleasant sight； but fortunately for us it was all over； and we went back to our various chores。 just as we were starting dinner： another air…raid alarm。 the food was good； but i lost my appetite the moment i heard the siren。
nothing happened； however； and forty…five minutes later the all clear was sounded。
after the dishes had been washed： another air…raid warning； gunfire and swarms of planes。 〃oh； gosh； twice in one day；〃 we thought； 〃thats twice in one day；〃 we thought； 〃thats twice too many。〃 little good that did us； because once agai the bombs rained down； this time on the others of the city。 according to british reports； schiphol airport was bombed。 the planes dived and climbed； the air was abuzz with the drone of engines。 it was very scary； and the whole time i kept thinking； 〃here it es； this is it。鈥�
i can assure you that when i went to bed at nine； my legs were still shaking。 at the stroke of midnight i woke up again： more planes！ dussel was undressing； but i took no notice and leapt up； wide awake； at the sound of the first shot。 i stayed in fathers bed until one； in my own bed until one…thirty； and was back in fathers bed at two。
but the planes kept on ing。 at last they stopped firing and i was able to go back 〃home〃 again。 i finally fell asleep at half past two。
seven oclock。 i awoke with a start and sat up in bed。 mr。 van daan was with father。
my first thought was： burglars。 〃everything；〃 i heard mr。 van daan say； and i thought everything had been stolen。 but no； this time it was wonderful news； the best weve had in months； maybe even since the war began。 mussolini has resigned and the king of italy has taken over the government。
we jumped for joy。 after the awful events of yesterday； finally something good happens and brings us。 。 。 hope！ hope for an end to the war； hope for peace。
mr。 kugler dropped by and told us that the fokker aircraft factory had been hit hard。
meanwhile； there was another air…raid alarm this morning； with planes flying over； and another warning siren。 ive had it up to here with alarms。 ive hardly slept； and the
last thing i want to do is work。 but now the suspense about italy and the hope that the war will be over by the end of the year are keeping us awake。 。
yours； anne
thursday； july 29； 1943
dearest kitty；
mrs。 van daan； dussel and i were doing the dishes； and i was extremely quiet。 this is very unusual for me and they were sure to notice； so in order to avoid any questions； i quickly racked my brains for a neutral topic。 i thought the book henry from across the street might fit the bill； but i couldnt have been more wrong； if mrs。
van daan doesnt jump down my throat； mr。 dussel does。 it all boiled down to this：
mr。 dussel had remended the book to margot and me as an example of excellent writing。 we thought it was anything but that。 the little boy had been portrayed well； but as for the rest。 。 。 the less said the better。 i mentioned something to that effect while we were doing the dishes； and dussel launched into a veritable tirade。
〃how can you possibly understand the psychology of a man？ that of a child isnt so difficult ＇！＇。 but youre far too young to read a book like that。 even a twenty…year…old man would be unable to prehend it。〃 （so why did he go out of his way to remend it to margot and me？）
mrs。 van d。 and dussel continued their harangue： 〃you know way too much about things youre not supposed to。 youve been brought up all wrong。 later on； when youre older； you wont be able to enjoy anything anymore。 youll say； oh； i read that twenty years ago in some book。 youd better hurry if you want to catch a husband or fall in love； since everything is bound to be a disappointment to you。 you already know all there is to know in theory。 but in practice？ thats another story！鈥�
can you imagine how i felt？ i astonished myself by calmly replying； 〃you may think i havent been raised properly； but many people would disagree！鈥�
they apparently believe that good child…rearing includes trying to pit me against my parents； since thats all they ever do。 and not telling a girl my age about grown…up subjects is fine。 we can all see what happens when。 people are raised that way。
at that moment i could have slapped them both for poking fun at me。 i was beside myself with rage； and if i only knew how much longer we had to put up with each others pany； id start counting the days。
mrs。 van daans a fine one to talk！ she se