THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele

unselfish people do, risking their own lives to help and save others.
The best example of this is our own helpers, who have managed to pull us through
so far and will hopefully bring us safely to shore, because otherwise they'll find
themselves sharing the fate of those they're trying to protect. Never have they
uttered a single word about the burden we must be, never have they complained that
we're too much trouble. They come upstairs every day and talk to the men about
business and politics, to the women about food and wartime difficulties and to the
children about books and newspapers. They put on their most cheerful expressions,
bring flowers and gifts for birthdays and holidays and are always ready to do what
they can. That's something we should never forget; while others display their
heroism in battle or against the Germans, our helpers prove theirs every day by
their good spirits and affection.
The most bizarre stories are making the rounds, yet most of them are really true.
For instance, Mr. Kleiman reported this week that a soccer match was held in the
province of Gelderland; one team consisted entirely of men who had gone
underground, and the other of eleven Military Policemen. In Hilversum, new
registration cards were issued. In order for the many people in hiding to get
their rations (you have to show this card to obtain your ration book or else pay
60 guilders a book), the registrar asked all those hiding in that district to pick
up their cards at a specified hour, when the documents could be collected at a
separate table.
All the same, you have to be careful that stunts like these don't reach the ears
of the Germans.
Yours, Anne
SUNDAY, JANUARY 30, 1944
My dearest Kit,
Another Sunday has rolled around; I don't mind them as much as I did in the
beginning, but they're boring enough.
I still haven't gone to the warehouse yet, but maybe sometime soon. Last night I
went downstairs in the dark, all by myself, after having been there with Father a
few nights before. I stood at the top of the stairs while German planes flew back
and forth, and I knew I was on my own, that I couldn't count on others for
support. My fear vanished. I looked up at the sky and trusted in God.
I have an intense need to be alone. Father has noticed I'm not my usual self, but
I can't tell him what's bothering me. All I want to do is scream "Let me be, leave
me alone!"
Who knows, perhaps the day will come when I'm left alone more than I'd like!
Anne Frank
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Invasion fever is mounting daily throughout the country. If you were here, I'm
sure you'd be as impressed as I am at the many preparations, though you'd no doubt
laugh at all the fuss we're making. Who knows, it may all be for nothing!