Well, all I can say is that I don't really know yet. I don't think I'll ever feel at home in this house,
but that doesn't mean I hate it. It's more like being on vacation in some strange pension.
Kind of an odd way to look at life in hiding, but that's how things are.
The Annex is an ideal place to hide in. It may be damp and lopsided, but there's probably not a more comfortable hiding place in all of Amsterdam.
No, in all of Holland. Up to now our bedroom, with its blank walls, was very bare.
Thanks to Father -- who brought my entire postcard and movie-star collection here beforehand --
and to a brush and a pot of glue, I was able to plaster the walls with pictures.
It looks much more cheerful. When the van Daans arrive,
we'll be able to build cupboards and other odds and ends out of the wood piled in the attic.
Margot and Mother have recovered somewhat. Yesterday Mother felt well enough to cook split-pea soup for the first time,
but then she was downstairs talking and forgot all about it.
The beans were scorched black, and no amount of scraping could get them out of the pan.
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