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On Friday, June 12th, I woke up at six o'clock and no won- der, it was my birthday.Now I can fully ap- preciate how nice a tram is, but that is a forbidden luxury for Jews-shank's mare is good enough for us. I had to visit the dentist in the Jan Luykenstraat in the lunch hour yesterday."Anne, as punish- ment for talking, will do a composition entitled 'Quack, quack, quack, says Mrs. Natterbeak Shouts of laughter from the class. I had to laugh too, although I felt that my inventiveness on this subject was exhausted. I had to think of something else, something entirely original I was in luck, as my friend Sanne writes good poetry and offered to help by doing the whole composition in verse. I jumped for joy. Keptor wanted to make a fool of me with this ab surd theme, I would get my own back and make him the laughingstock of the whole class The poem was finished ALL It was about a mother duck and a father swan who had three baby ducklings. The baby ducklings were bitten to death by Father because they chattered too much. Luckily Keptor saw the joke, he read the poem out loud to the class, with comments, and also to various other felt completely satisfied. My arguments Our whole class B, is trembling, the reason is that the teachers' meeting is to be held soon. There is much spec- ulation as to who will move up and who will stay put. Miep de Jong and I are highly amused at Wim and Jacques, the two boys behind us. They won't have a florin left for the holidays, it will all be gone on betting. Even Miep pleads for silence and my angry outbursts don't calm them. According to me, a quarter of the class should stay where they are, there are some absolute cuckoos, but teachers are the greatest freaks on carth, so perhaps they will be freakish in the right way for once. I'm not afraid about my girl friends and myself, we'll squeeze through somchow, though I'm not too certain about my math. Still we can but wait patiently. Till then, we cheer each other along I get along quite well with all my teachers, nine in all, seven masters and two mistresses. Mr Keptor, the old math master, was very annoyed with me for a long time because I chatter so much. So I had to write a composition with "A Chatterbox" as the subject.After a while it cools down of course, es- pecially as I take little notice of ardent looks and pedal blithely on. If it gets so far that they begin about "asking Father" I swerve slightly on my bicycle, my satchel falls, the young man is bound to get off and hand it to me, by which time I have introduced a new topic of conversation. These are the most innocent types, you get some who blow kisses or try to get hold of your arm, but then they are definitely knocking at the wrong door I get aff my bi- cycle and refuse to go further in their company, or I pre- tend to be insulted and tell them in no uncertain terms to clear off. There, the foundation of our friendship is laid, till to- morrow! while chewing the end of my fountain pen, that anyone can scribble some nonsense in large letters with the words well spaced but the difficulty was to prove beyond doubt the necessity of talking. I thought and thought and then, suddenly having an idea, filled mny three allotted sides and that talking is a feminine characteristic and that I would do my best to keep it under control, but I should never be cured, for my mother talked as much as 1, probably more, and what can one do about inherited qualities? Mr. Keptor had to laugh at my arguments, but when I continued to hold forth in the next lesson, another composition followed. This time it was "Incurable Chatterbox, I handed this in and Keptor made no complaints for two whole lessons But in the third lesson it was too much for him again.He asked if I would allow him to accompany me to school, "As you're going my way in any case, I will," I replied and so we went together Harry is sixteen and can tell all kinds of amusing storics. I le was waiting for me again this moming and I expect he will from now on. I've not had a moment to write to you until today. I was with friends all day on Thursday. On Friday we had visitors, and so it went on until today. Harry and I have got to know each other well in a week, and he has told me a lot about his life, he came to Holland alone, and is living with his grandparents. His parents are in Belgium. Harry had a girl friend called Fanny. I know her too, a very soft, dull creature. Now that he has met me, he realizes that he was just daydreaming in Fanny's pre- sence. I seem to act as a stimulant to keep him awake. You see we all have our uses, and queer ones toa at times! Jopic slept here on Saturday night, but she went to Lies on Sunday and I was bored stiff. Harry was to have come in the evening, but he rang up at 6 PM. I went to the tele- phone, he said, "Harry Goldberg here, please may I speak to Anne?Jews are only allowed to do their shopping between three and five o'clock and then only in shops which bear the placard "Jewish shop." Jews must be indoors by eight o'clock and cannot even sit in their own gardens after that hour. Jews are forbidden to visit theaters, cinemas, and other places of entertainment. Jews may not take part in public sports. Swimming baths, tennis courts, hockey fields, and other sports grounds are all prohibited to them. Jews may not visit Christians. Jews must go to Jewish schools, and many more restrictions of a similar kind. So we could not do this and were forbidden to do that. But life went on in spite of it all. Jopie used to say to me, "You're scared to do anything, because it may beorbid- den."Among other things I was given Camera Obscura, a party game, lots of sweets, chocolates, a puzzle, a brooch, Tales and Legends of the Netherlands by Joseph Cohen, Daisy's Mountain Holiday (a terrific book), and some money.My sister Margot was born in 1926 in Frankfort-on-Main, I followed on June 12, 1929, and, as we are Jewish, we emigrated to Holland in 1933, where father was appointed Managing Director Travics N.V. This firm is in close relationship with the firm of Kolen & Co. in the samc building, of which my father is a partncr.After May 1940 good times rapidly .fled: first the war, then the capitulation, fol- lowed by the arrival of the Germans, which is when the sufferings of us Jews really began.We ping-pongers are very partial to an ice cream, especially in summer, when onc gets warm at the game, so we usually finish up with a visit to the nearest ice-cream shop, Delphi or Oasis, where Jews are allowed.However, deciding would puzzle that out later, I wrote it in my notebook, and tried to keep pd sEM pue Since then I am allowed to talk, never get extra work, in fact Keptor always jokes about it That evening, when I'd finished my other homework, my eyes fell on the title in my notebook.I do wish I didn't have to go to school, as my bicycle was stolen in the Easter holidays and Daddy has given Mummy's to a Christian family for safekeeping.At last I saw lin coming le was a won- der I didn't dash down at once, instead I waited patiently until he rang.There is a saying that "paper is more patient than man", it came back to me on one of my slightly melancholy days, while I sat chin in hand, feeling too bored and limp even to make up my mind whether to go out or stay al home. Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares.Anti-Jewish decrees fol- lowed cach other in quick succession.Jews must wear a * yellow star,' Jews must hand in their bicycles, Jews are banned from trams and are forbidden to drive.It is so peaceful at the poment, Mummy and Daddy are out and Margot has gone to play ping-pong with some friends.Something amusing happencd yesterday, I was passing the bicycle sheds when someone called out to me. I looked around and there was the nice-looking boy 1 met on the previous evening, at my girl friend Eva's home.1 got masses of things from Mummy and Daddy, and was thoroughly spoiled by various friends.Now I can buy The Myths of Greece and Rome-grandi Then Lics called for me and we went to school.We showed a film The Ligbtbouse Keeper with Rin-Tin-Tin, which my school friends thoroughly enjoyed.Little does she guess that it's Peter Wessel, one day I managed, without blushing or flickering an eyelid, to get that idea right out of her mind.Since then, I've got to know Jopie de Waal at the Jewish Secondary School.I know about thirty people whom one might call friends-I have strings of boy friends, anxious to catch a glimpse of me and who, failing that, peep at me through mirrors in class.I have relations, aunts and uncles, who are darlings too, a good home, no-I don't seem to lack anything.had to say good-by to Mrs. K. We both wept, it was very sad In 1941 I went, with my sister Margot, to the JJewish Secondary School, she into the fourth form and I into the first.We've given up scroung ing for extra pocket moncy.For years Lies Goosens and Sanne Houtman have been my best friends.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 -nor for that matter anyone else-will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-ycar-old schoolgirl.No one will grasp what I'm talking about if I begin my letters to Kitty just out of the blue, so, albeit unwillingly, !In 1934 I went to school at the Montessori Kindergar- ten and continued there.I've been playing ping-pong a lot myself lately.1 pondered, It is boiling hot, we are all positively melting, and in this heat I have to walk everywhere.Bye-byc, we're going to be great pals!Receiver down.|

On Friday, June 12th, I woke up at six o'clock and no won- der, it was my birthday. But of course I was not allowed to get up at that hour, so I had to control my curiosity unti! a quarter to seven. Then I could bear it no longer, and went to the dining room, where I received a warm wel- come from Moortje (the cat). Soon after seven I went to Mummy and Daddy and then to the sitting room to undo my presents. The first to greet me was you, possibly the nicest of all. Then on the table there were a bunch of roses, a plant, and some peonies, and more arrived during the day. 1 got masses of things from Mummy and Daddy, and was thoroughly spoiled by various friends. Among other things I was given Camera Obscura, a party game, lots of sweets, chocolates, a puzzle, a brooch, Tales and Legends of the Netherlands by Joseph Cohen, Daisy's Mountain Holiday (a terrific book), and some money. Now I can buy The Myths of Greece and Rome-grandi Then Lics called for me and we went to school. During recess I treated everyone to sweet biscuits, and then we had to go back to our lessons. Now I must stop. Bye-byc, we're going to be great pals! I had my birthday party on Sunday afternoon. We showed a film The Ligbtbouse Keeper with Rin-Tin-Tin, which my school friends thoroughly enjoyed. We had a lovely time. There were lots of girls and boys. Mummy always wants to know whom I'm going to marry. Little does she guess that it's Peter Wessel, one day I managed, without blushing or flickering an eyelid, to get that idea right out of her mind. For years Lies Goosens and Sanne Houtman have been my best friends. Since then, I've got to know Jopie de Waal at the Jewish Secondary School. We are together a lot and she is now my best girl friend. Lies is more friendly with another girl, and Sanne goes to a different school, where she has made new friends. I haven't written for a few days, because 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 -nor for that matter anyone else-will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-ycar-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. There is a saying that “paper is more patient than man", it came back to me on one of my slightly melancholy days, while I sat chin in hand, feeling too bored and limp even to make up my mind whether to go out or stay al home. Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the rcason for my starting a diary: it is that I have no such real friend Let me put it more clearly, since no one will believe that a girl of thirteen feels herself quite alone in the world, nor is it so. I have darling parents and a sister of sixteen. I know about thirty people whom one might call friends-I have strings of boy friends, anxious to catch a glimpse of me and who, failing that, peep at me through mirrors in class. I have relations, aunts and uncles, who are darlings too, a good home, no-I don't seem to lack anything. But it's the same with all my friends, just fun and joking, noth- ing more. I can never bring myself to talk of anything out- side the common round. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, that is the root of the trouble. Perhaps I lack confidence, but anyway, there it is, a stubborn fact and I don't seem to be able to do anything about it. Hence, this diary. In order to enhance in my mind's eye the picture of the friend for whom I have waited so long, I don't want to set down a series of bald facts in a diary like most people do, but I want this diary itself to be my friend, and I shall call my friend Kitty. No one will grasp what I'm talking about if I begin my letters to Kitty just out of the blue, so, albeit unwillingly, ! will start by sketching in brief the story of my life. My father was thirty-six when he married my mother, who was then twenty-five. My sister Margot was born in 1926 in Frankfort-on-Main, I followed on June 12, 1929, and, as we are Jewish, we emigrated to Holland in 1933, where father was appointed Managing Director Travics N.V. This firm is in close relationship with the firm of Kolen & Co. in the samc building, of which my father is a partncr. The rest of our family, however, felt the full impact of Hitler's anti-Jewish laws, so life was filled with anxiety. In 1938 after the pogroms, my two uncles (my mother's brothers) escaped to the U.S.A. My old grandmother came to us, she was then seventy-three. After May 1940 good times rapidly .fled: first the war, then the capitulation, fol- lowed by the arrival of the Germans, which is when the sufferings of us Jews really began. Anti-Jewish decrees fol- lowed cach other in quick succession. Jews must wear a * yellow star,' Jews must hand in their bicycles, Jews are banned from trams and are forbidden to drive. Jews are only allowed to do their shopping between three and five o'clock and then only in shops which bear the placard "Jewish shop." Jews must be indoors by eight o'clock and cannot even sit in their own gardens after that hour. Jews are forbidden to visit theaters, cinemas, and other places of entertainment. Jews may not take part in public sports. Swimming baths, tennis courts, hockey fields, and other sports grounds are all prohibited to them. Jews may not visit Christians. Jews must go to Jewish schools, and many more restrictions of a similar kind. So we could not do this and were forbidden to do that. But life went on in spite of it all. Jopie used to say to me, "You're scared to do anything, because it may beorbid- den." Our freedom was strictly limited. Yet things were still bearable. Granny died in January 1942, no one will ever know how much she is present in my thoughts and how much I love her still. In 1934 I went to school at the Montessori Kindergar- ten and continued there. It was at the end of the school year, I was in form 6B, when | had to say good-by to Mrs. K. We both wept, it was very sad In 1941 I went, with my sister Margot, to the JJewish Secondary School, she into the fourth form and I into the first. So far everything is all right with the four of us and here I come to the present day l'll start straight away. It is so peaceful at the poment, Mummy and Daddy are out and Margot has gone to play ping-pong with some friends. I've been playing ping-pong a lot myself lately. We ping-pongers are very partial to an ice cream, especially in summer, when onc gets warm at the game, so we usually finish up with a visit to the nearest ice-cream shop, Delphi or Oasis, where Jews are allowed. We've given up scroung ing for extra pocket moncy. Oasis is usually full and among our large circle of friends we always manage to find some kindhearted gentleman or boy friend, who presents us with more ice cream than we could devour in a week. | expect you will be rather surprised at the fact that I should talk of boy friends at my age. Alas, one simply can't seem to avoid it at our school. As soon as a boy asks if he may bicycle home with me and we get into conversation, nine out of ten times | can be sure that he will fall head over heels in love immediately and simply won't allow me out of his sight. After a while it cools down of course, es- pecially as I take little notice of ardent looks and pedal blithely on. If it gets so far that they begin about "asking Father" I swerve slightly on my bicycle, my satchel falls, the young man is bound to get off and hand it to me, by which time I have introduced a new topic of conversation. These are the most innocent types, you get some who blow kisses or try to get hold of your arm, but then they are definitely knocking at the wrong door I get aff my bi- cycle and refuse to go further in their company, or I pre- tend to be insulted and tell them in no uncertain terms to clear off. There, the foundation of our friendship is laid, till to- morrow! while chewing the end of my fountain pen, that anyone can scribble some nonsense in large letters with the words well spaced but the difficulty was to prove beyond doubt the necessity of talking. I thought and thought and then, suddenly having an idea, filled mny three allotted sides and that talking is a feminine characteristic and that I would do my best to keep it under control, but I should never be cured, for my mother talked as much as 1, probably more, and what can one do about inherited qualities? Mr. Keptor had to laugh at my arguments, but when I continued to hold forth in the next lesson, another composition followed. This time it was "Incurable Chatterbox, I handed this in and Keptor made no complaints for two whole lessons But in the third lesson it was too much for him again. "Anne, as punish- ment for talking, will do a composition entitled 'Quack, quack, quack, says Mrs. Natterbeak Shouts of laughter from the class. I had to laugh too, although I felt that my inventiveness on this subject was exhausted. I had to think of something else, something entirely original I was in luck, as my friend Sanne writes good poetry and offered to help by doing the whole composition in verse. I jumped for joy. Keptor wanted to make a fool of me with this ab surd theme, I would get my own back and make him the laughingstock of the whole class The poem was finished ALL It was about a mother duck and a father swan who had three baby ducklings. The baby ducklings were bitten to death by Father because they chattered too much. Luckily Keptor saw the joke, he read the poem out loud to the class, with comments, and also to various other felt completely satisfied. My arguments Our whole class B, is trembling, the reason is that the teachers' meeting is to be held soon. There is much spec- ulation as to who will move up and who will stay put. Miep de Jong and I are highly amused at Wim and Jacques, the two boys behind us. They won't have a florin left for the holidays, it will all be gone on betting. "You'll move up," "Shan't," "Shall," from morning till night. Even Miep pleads for silence and my angry outbursts don't calm them. According to me, a quarter of the class should stay where they are, there are some absolute cuckoos, but teachers are the greatest freaks on carth, so perhaps they will be freakish in the right way for once. I'm not afraid about my girl friends and myself, we'll squeeze through somchow, though I'm not too certain about my math. Still we can but wait patiently. Till then, we cheer each other along I get along quite well with all my teachers, nine in all, seven masters and two mistresses. Mr Keptor, the old math master, was very annoyed with me for a long time because I chatter so much. So I had to write a composition with "A Chatterbox" as the subject. A chatterboxt What- ever could one write? However, deciding would puzzle that out later, I wrote it in my notebook, and tried to keep pd sEM pue Since then I am allowed to talk, never get extra work, in fact Keptor always jokes about it That evening, when I'd finished my other homework, my eyes fell on the title in my notebook. 1 pondered, It is boiling hot, we are all positively melting, and in this heat I have to walk everywhere. Now I can fully ap- preciate how nice a tram is, but that is a forbidden luxury for Jews-shank's mare is good enough for us. I had to visit the dentist in the Jan Luykenstraat in the lunch hour yesterday. It is a long way from our school in the Stadstimmertuinen, I nearly fell asleep in school that after- noon. Luckily, the dentist's assistant was very kind and gave me a drink-she's a good sort. We are allowed on the ferry and that is about all. There is a little boat from the Josef Israelskade, the man there took us at once when we asked him. It is not the Dutch people's fault that we are having such a miserable time. I do wish I didn't have to go to school, as my bicycle was stolen in the Easter holidays and Daddy has given Mummy's to a Christian family for safekeeping. But thank goodness, the holidays are nearly here, one more week and the agony is over. Something amusing happencd yesterday, I was passing the bicycle sheds when someone called out to me. I looked around and there was the nice-looking boy 1 met on the previous evening, at my girl friend Eva's home. He came shyly towards me and introduced himself as Harry Goldberg. I was rather surprised and wondered what he wanted, but I didn't have to wait long. He asked if I would allow him to accompany me to school, "As you're going my way in any case, I will," I replied and so we went together Harry is sixteen and can tell all kinds of amusing storics. I le was waiting for me again this moming and I expect he will from now on. I've not had a moment to write to you until today. I was with friends all day on Thursday. On Friday we had visitors, and so it went on until today. Harry and I have got to know each other well in a week, and he has told me a lot about his life, he came to Holland alone, and is living with his grandparents. His parents are in Belgium. Harry had a girl friend called Fanny. I know her too, a very soft, dull creature. Now that he has met me, he realizes that he was just daydreaming in Fanny's pre- sence. I seem to act as a stimulant to keep him awake. You see we all have our uses, and queer ones toa at times! Jopic slept here on Saturday night, but she went to Lies on Sunday and I was bored stiff. Harry was to have come in the evening, but he rang up at 6 PM. I went to the tele- phone, he said, "Harry Goldberg here, please may I speak to Anne? "Yes, Harry, Anne speaking." "Hullo, Anne, how are you?" "Very well, thank you." Tm terribly sorry I can't come this evening, but I would like to just speak to you, is it all right if come in ten min- utes? "Yes, that's fine, good-byl" "Cood-by, Ill be with you soon. Receiver down. quickly changed into another frock and smartened up my hair a bit. Then I stood nervously at the window watching for him. At last I saw lin coming le was a won- der I didn't dash down at once, instead I waited patiently until he rang. Then I went down and he positively burst in when 1 opened the door "Anne, my grandmother thinks.