“It's the only mark of beauty I possess.” “No, no, that's not true!” “Yes it is. I know I'm not beautiful. I never have been and I never will be!”
“I don't agree. I think you're pretty.” “I am not.” “I say you are, and you'll have to take my word for it.”
So of course I then said the same about him. Yours, Anne M. Frank
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 29, 1944
Dearest Kitty, Mr. Bolkestein, the Cabinet Minister, speaking on the Dutch broadcast from London,
said that after the war a collection would be made of diaries and letters dealing with the war.
Of course, everyone pounced on my diary. Just imagine how interesting it would be if I were to publish a novel about the Secret Annex.
The title alone would make people think it was a detective story. Seriously, though, ten years after the war people would find it very amusing,
to read how we lived, what we ate and what we talked about as Jews in hiding.
Although I tell you a great deal about our lives, you still know very little about us.
How frightened the women are during air raids; last Sunday, for instance, when 350 British planes dropped 550 tons of bombs on IJmuiden,
so that the houses trembled like blades of grass in the wind. Or how many epidemics are raging here.
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