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dussel has opened his dental practice。 just for fun； ill describe the session with his very first patient。
mother was ironing； and mrs。 van d。； the first victim； sat down on a chair in the middle of the room。 dussel； unpacking his case with an air of importance； asked for some eau de cologne； which could be used as a disinfectant； and vaseline； which would have to do for wax。 he looked in mrs。 van d。s mouth and found two teeth that made her wince with pain and utter incoherent cries every time he touched them。 after a
lengthy examination （lengthy as far as mrs。 van d。 was concerned； since it actually took no longer than two minutes）； dussel began to scrape out a cavity。 but mrs。 van d。 had no intention of letting him。 she flailed her arms and legs until dussel finally let go of his probe and it 。 。 。 remained stuck in mrs。 van d。s tooth。 that really did it！
mrs。 van d。 lashed out wildly in all directions； cried （as much as you can with an instrument like that in your mouth）； tried to remove it； but only managed to push it in even farther。 mr。 dussel calmly observed the scene； his hands on his hips； while the rest of the audience roared with laughter。 of course； that was very mean of us。
if itd been me； im sure i would have yelled even louder。 after a great deal of squirming； kicking； screaming and shouting； mrs。 van d。 finally managed to yank the thing out； and mr。 dussel went on with his work as if nothing had happened。 he was so quick that mrs。 van d。 didnt have time to pull any more shenanigans。 but then； he had more help than hes ever had before： no fewer than two assis tants； mr。 van d。
and i performed our job well。 the whole scene resembled one of those engravings from the middle ages entitled〃 a quack at work。〃 in the meantime； however； the patient was getting restless； since she had to keep an eye on 〃her〃 soup and 〃her鈥�
food。 one thing is certain： itll be a while before mrs。 van d。 makes another dental appointment！
yours； anne
sunday； december 13； 1942
dearest kitty；
im sitting here nice and cozy in the front office； peering out through a chink in the heavy curtains。 its dusky； but theres just enough light to write by。
its really strange watching people walk past。 they all seem to be in such a hurry that they nearly trip over their own feet。 those on bicycles whiz by so fast i cant even tell whos on the bike。 the people in this neighborhood arent particularly attractive to look at。 the children especially are so dirty you wouldnt want to touch them with a ten…foot pole。 real slum kids with runny noses。 i can hardly understand a word they say。
yesterday afternoon； when margot and i were taking a bath； i said； 〃what if we took a fishing rod and reeled in each of those kids one by one as they walked by； stuck them in the tub； washed and mended their clothes and then。 。 。鈥�
〃and then tomorrow theyd be just as dirty and tattered as they were before；〃 margot replied。
but im babbling。 there are also other things to look at cars； boats and the rain。 i can hear the streetcar and the children and im enjoying myself。
our thoughts are subject to as little change as we are。 theyre like a merry…go…round； turning from the jews to food； from food to politics。 by the way； speaking of jews； i saw two yesterday when i was peeking through ； the curtains。 i felt as though i were gazing at one of the seven wonders of the world。 it gave me such a funny feeling； as if id denounced them to the authorities and was now spying on their misfortune。
across from us is a houseboat。 the captain lives there with his wife and children。 he has a small yapping dog。 we know the little dog only by its bark and by its tail； which we can see whenever it runs around the deck。 oh； what a shame； its just started raining and most of the people are hidden under their umbrellas。 all i can see are raincoats； and now and again the back of a stocking…capped head。 actually； i dont even need to look。 by now i can recognize the women at a glance： gone to fat from eating potatoes； dressed in a red or green coat and worn…out shoes； a shopping bag dangling from their arms； with faces that are either grim or good…humored； depending on the mood of their husbands。
yours； anne
tuesday； december 22； 1942
dearest kitty；
the annex was delighted to hear that well all be receiving an extra quarter pound of butter for christmas。 according to the newspaper； everyone is entitled to half a pound； but they mean those lucky souls who get their ration books from the government； not jews in hiding like us who can only afford to buy four rather than eight ration books on the black market。 each of us is going to bake something with the butter。 this morning i made two cakes and a batch of cookies。 its very busy upstairs； and mother has informed me that im not to do any studying or reading until all the household chores have been finished。
mrs。 van daan is lying in bed nursing her bruised rib。 she plains all day long； constantly demands that the bandages be changed and is generally dissatisfied with everything。 ill be glad when she gets back on her feet and can clean up after herself because； i must admit； shes extraordinarily hardworking and neat； and as long as shes in good physical and mental condition； shes quite cheerful。
as if i dont hear 〃shh； shh〃 enough during the day because im always making 〃too much〃 noise； my dear roommate has e up with the idea of saying 〃shh； shh〃 to me all night too。 according to him； i shouldnt even turn over。 i refuse to take any notice of him； and the next time he shushes me； im going to shush him right back。
he gets more exasperating and egotistical as the days go by。 except for the first week； i havent seen even one of the cookies he so generously promised me。 hes partic ularly infuriating on sundays； when he switches on the light at the crack of dawn to exercise for ten minutes。
to me； the torment seems to last for hours； since the chairs i use to make my bed longer are constantly being jiggled under my sleepy head。 after rounding off his limbering…up exercises with a few vigorous arm swings； his lordship begins dressing。
his underwear is hanging on a hook； so first he lumbers over to get it and then lumbers back； past my bed。 but his tie is on the table； so once again he pushes and bumps his way past the chairs。
but i mustnt waste any more of your time griping about disgusting old men。 it wont help matters anyway。 my plans for revenge； such as unscrewing the lightbulb； locking the door and hiding his clothes； have unfortu nately had to be abandoned in the interests of peace。
oh； im being so sensible！ weve got to be reasonable about everything we do here： studying； listen ing； holding our tongues； helping others； being kind； making promises and i dont know what else！ im afraid my mon sense； which was in short supply to begin with； will be used up too quickly and i wont have any left by the time the war is over。
yours； anne
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JANUARY； 1943
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wednesday； january 13； 1943
dearest kitty；
this morning i was constantly interrupted； and as a result i havent been able to finish a single thing ive begun。
we have a new pastime； namely；