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ilse wagner is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition； but shes extremely finicky and can spend hours moaning and groaning about something。 ilse likes me a lot。 shes very smart； but lazy。
hanneli goslar； or lies as shes called at school； is a bit on the strange side。 shes usually shy outspoken at horne； but reserved around other people。 she blabs whatever you tell her to her mother。 but she says what she thinks； and lately ive corne to appreciate her a great deal。
nannie van praag…sigaar is small； funny and sensible。 i think shes nice。 shes pretty smart。 there isnt much else you can say about nannie。 eefje de jong is； in my opinion； terrific。 though shes only twelve； shes quite the lady。 she acts as if i were a baby。 shes also very helpful； and i like her。
g。z。 is the prettiest girl in our class。 she has a nice face； but is kind of dumb。 i think theyre going to hold her back a year； but of course i havent told her that。
ment added by anne at a later date： to my areat surprise； g。z。
wasnt held back a year after all。
and sitting next to g。z。 is the last of us twelve girls； me。
theres a lot to be said about the boys； or maybe not so much after all。
maurice coster is one of my many admirers； but pretty much of a pest。 sallie springer has a filthy mind； and rumor has it that hes gone all the way。 still； i think hes terrific； because hes very funny。
emiel bonewit is g。z。s admirer； but she doesnt care。 hes pretty boring。 rob cohen used to be in love with me too； but i cant stand him anymore。 hes an obnoxious； two…faced； lying； sniveling little goof who has an awfully high opinion of himself。
max van de velde is a farm boy from medemblik； but eminently suitable； as margot would say。
herman koopman also has a filthy mind； just like jopie de beer； whos a terrible flirt and absolutely girl…crazy。
leo blom is jopie de beers best friend； but has been ruined by his dirty mind。
albert de mesquita came from the montessori school and skipped a grade。 hes really smart。
leo slager came from the same school； but isnt as smart。
ru stoppelmon is a short； goofy boy from almelo who transferred to this school in the middle of the year。
c。n。 does whatever hes not supposed to。
jacques kocernoot sits behind us； next to c。； and we （g。 and i） laugh ourselves silly。
harry schaap is the most decent boy in our class。 hes nice。
werner joseph is nice too； but all the changes taking place lately have made him too quiet； so he seems boring。 sam salomon is one of those tough guys from across the tracks。 a real brat。 （admirer！）
appie riem is pretty orthodox； but a brat too。
saturday； june 20；1942
writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me。 not only because ive never written anything before； but also because it seems to me that later on neither i nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen…year…old schoolgirl。 oh well； it doesnt matter。 i feel like writing； and i have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest。
〃paper has more patience than people。〃 i thought of this saying on one of those days when i was feeling a little depressed and was sitting at home with my chin in my hands； bored and listless； wondering whether to stay in or go out。 i finally stayed where i was； brooding。 yes； paper does have more patience； and since im not planning to let anyone else read this stiff…backed notebook grandly referred to as a 〃diary；鈥�
unless i should ever find a real friend； it probably wont make a bit of difference。
now im back to the point that prompted me to keep a diary in the first place： i dont have a friend。
let me put it more clearly； since no one will believe that a thirteen year…old girl is pletely alone in the world。 and im not。 i have loving parents and a sixteen…year…old sister； and there are about thirty people i can call friends。 i have a throng of admirers who cant keep their adoring eyes off me and who sometimes have to resort to using a broken pocket mirror to try and catch a glimpse of me in the classroom。 i have a family； loving aunts and a good home。 no； on the surface i seem to have everything； except my one true friend。 all i think about when im with friends is having a good time。 i cant bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary
everyday things。 we dont seem to be able to get any closer； and thats the problem。
maybe its my fault that we dont confide in each other。 in any case； thats just how things are； and unfortunately theyre not liable to change。 this is why ive started the diary。
to enhance the image of this long…awaited friend in my imagination； i dont want to jot down the facts in this diary the way most people would do； but i want the diary to be my friend； and im going to call this friend kitty。
since no one would understand a word of my stories to kitty if i were to plunge right in； id better provide a brief sketch of my life； much as i dislike doing so。
my father； the most adorable father ive ever seen； didnt marry my mother until he was thirty…six and she was twenty…five。 my sister margot was born in frankfurt am main in germany in 1926。 i was born on june 12； 1929。 i lived in frankfurt until i was four。 because were jewish； my father immigrated to holland in 1933； when he became the managing director of the dutch opekta pany； which manufactures products used in making jam。 my mother； edith hollander frank； went with him to holland in september； while margot and i were sent to aachen to stay with our grandmother。 margot went to holland in december； and i followed in february； when i was plunked down on the table as a birthday present for margot。
i started right away at the montessori nursery school。 i stayed there until i was six； at which time i started first grade。 in sixth grade my teacher was mrs。 kuperus； the principal。 at the end of the year we were both in tears as we said a heartbreaking farewell； because id been accepted at the jewish lyceum； where margot also went to school。
our lives were not without anxiety； since our relatives in germany were suffering under hitlers anti…jewish laws。 after the pogroms in 1938 my two uncles （my mothers brothers） fled germany； finding safe refuge in north america。 my elderly grandmother came to live with us。 she was seventy…three years old at the time。
after may 1940 the good times were few and far between： first there was the war； then the capitulation and then the arrival of the germans； which is when the trouble started for the jews。 our freedom was severely restricted by a series of anti…jewish decrees： jews were required to wear a yellow star； jews were required to turn in their bicycles； jews were forbidden to use street…cars； jews were forbidden to ride in cars； even their own； jews were required to do their shopping between 3 and 5 p。m。；
jews were required to frequent only jewish…owned barbershops and beauty parlors；
jews were forbidden to be out on the streets between 8 p。m。 and 6 a。m。； jews were
forbidden to attend theaters； movies or any other forms of entertainment； jews were forbidden to use swimming pools； tennis courts； hockey fields or any other athletic fields； jews were forbidden to go rowing； jews were