Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a schoolbag.
The first thing I stuck in was this diary, and then curlers, handkerchiefs, schoolbooks, a comb and some old letters.
Preoccupied by the thought of going into hiding, I stuck the craziest things in the bag, but I'm not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses.
Father finally came home around five o'clock, and we called Mr. Kleiman to ask if he could come by that evening.
Mr. van Daan left and went to get Miep. Miep arrived and promised to return later that night,
taking with her a bag full of shoes, dresses, jackets, underwear and stockings.
After that it was quiet in our apartment; none of us felt like eating. It was still hot, and everything was very strange.
We had rented our big upstairs room to a Mr. Goldschmidt, a divorced man in his thirties,
who apparently had nothing to do that evening, since despite all our polite hints he hung around until ten o'clock.
Miep and Jan Gies came at eleven. Miep, who's worked for Father's company since 1933, has become a close friend, and so has her husband Jan.
Once again, shoes, stockings, books and underwear disappeared into Miep's bag and Jan's deep pockets.
At eleven-thirty they too disappeared. I was exhausted, and even though I knew it'd be my last night in my own bed,
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