THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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Yesterday afternoon I was so worn out by the sad news from the outside that I lay<br />
down on my divan for a nap. All I wanted was to sleep and not have to think. I<br />
slept until four, but then I had to go next door. It wasn't easy, answering all<br />
Mother's questions and inventing an excuse to explain my nap to Father. I pleaded<br />
a headache, which wasn't a lie, since I did have one. . . on the inside!<br />
Ordinary people, ordinary girls, teenagers like myself, would think I'm a little<br />
nuts with all my self-pity. But that's just it. I pour my heart out to you, and<br />
the rest of the time I'm as impudent, cheerful and self-confident as possible to<br />
avoid questions and keep from getting on my own nerves.<br />
Margot is very kind and would like me to confide in her, but I can't tell her<br />
everything. She takes me too seriously, far too seriously, and spends a lot of<br />
time thinking about her loony sister, looking at me closely whenever I open my<br />
mouth and wondering, "Is she acting, or does she really mean it?"<br />
It's because we're always together. I don't want the person I confide in to be<br />
around me all the time. When will I untangle my jumbled thoughts? When will I find<br />
inner peace again?<br />
Yours, Anne<br />
TUESDAY, MARCH 14, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
It might be amusing for you (though not for me) to hear what we're going to eat<br />
today. The cleaning lady is working downstairs, so at the moment I'm seated at the<br />
van Daans' oilcloth-covered table with a handkerchief sprinkled with fragrant<br />
prewar perfume pressed to my nose and mouth. You probably don't have the faintest<br />
idea what I'm talking about, so let me "begin at the begin- ning." The people who<br />
supply us with food coupons have been arrested, so we have just our five blackmarket<br />
ra- -, tion books-no coupons, no fats and oils. Since Miep and Mr. Kleiman<br />
are sick again, Bep can't manage the shop- ping. The food is wretched, and so are<br />
we. As of tomor- row, we won't have a scrap of fat, butter or margarine. We can't<br />
eat fried potatoes for breakfast (which we've been doing to save on bread), so<br />
we're having hot cereal instead, and because Mrs. van D. thinks we're starving, we<br />
bought some half-and-half. Lunch today consists of mashed potatoes and pickled<br />
kale. This explains the precautionary measure with the handkerchief. You wouldn't<br />
believe how much kale can stink when it's a few years old! The kitchen smells like<br />
a mixture of spoiled plums, rotten eggs and brine. Ugh, just the thought of having<br />
to eat that muck makes me want to throw up! Besides that, our potatoes have<br />
contracted such strange diseases that one out of every two buckets of pommes de<br />
terre winds up in the garbage. We entertain ourselves by trying to figure out<br />
which disease they've got, and we've reached the conclusion that they suffer from<br />
cancer, smallpox and measles. Honestly, being in hiding during the fourth year of<br />
the war is no picnic. If only the whole stinking mess were over!<br />
To tell you the truth, the food wouldn't matter so much to me if life here were<br />
more pleasant in other ways. But that's just it: this tedious existence is<br />
starting to make us all disagreeable. Here are the opinions of the five grown-ups<br />
on the present situation (children aren't allowed to have opinions, and for once<br />
I'm sticking to the rules):<br />
Mrs. van Daan: "I'd stopped wanting to be queen of the kitchen long ago. But<br />
sitting around doing nothing was boring, so I went back to cooking. Still, I can't<br />
help complaining: it's impossible to cook without oil, and all those disgusting<br />
smells make me sick to my stomach. Besides, what do I get in return for my