t over it. Othing is going fine.
Mr. Dussel old us muc tside ances aken off to a dreadful fate. Niger nigary vereets. tely taken a, to t s impossible to escape tco en go around s, knocking only on to be made. tly offer a bounty, so mucs like ts of t mean to make ligs mucoo tragic for t. In ts dark, I often see long lines of good, innocent people, accompanied by crying c by a til t h.
ere so fortunate urmoil. e o give a moments t to all t for t t t t friends are dropping from exion or being knocked to the ground.
I get frig t monsters ever to stalk th.
And all because theyre Jews.
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
e dont really kno. Up to notle ne t it best to stay as co mention her or Mrs.
van Daan art to cry, so s ter not to say any more. But ions, and tories o tell get t of our ime to digest to our usual joking and teasing. It do us or tside any good if inue to be as gloomy as of turning t Annex into a Melancholy Annex?
No matter tc its a disgrace to be so c am I supposed to spend t do t. this gloom will pass.
Added to t of a more personal nature, and it pales in comparison to t told you about. Still, I cant elling you t lately Ive begun to feel deserted. Im surrounded by too great a void. I never used to give it muc, since my mind ime. No un myself. Its taken a Fatter take t comes to my feelings, Mot ceased to count long ago.
But eful, Kitty, I kno ime and o t as well, my o reel!
Yours, Anne
SAtURDAY, NOVEMBER 2g, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
eve been using too mucricity and ion. t:
excessive economy and t of ricity cut off. No ligeen days; ts a pleasant t, isnt it? But be so long! Its too dark to read after four or four-ty, so ivities: telling riddles, doing calister a erday I discovered a neime: using a good pair of binoculars to peek into ted rooms of tains cant be opened, not even an inc ts so dark.
I never kne n