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Wednesday, 15 July, 1942 I have decided to start this diary to let out all of my feelings. I wonder how long this thing will last I feel it is a little different for me. Hermann is a nice man but not very understanding. I feel as if I need to let my feelings out somewhere even if it is on a piece of paper. This is where I can speak my true feelings without any judgment from other women or men changing my feelings. Yesterday was the day we were supposed to arrive in the annex. We ended up coming a day early because Hermann and I wanted to be safe since the Germans were rounding people up by the dozens. We were afraid for Peter. Peter left first so I was worried for his safety. After worrying for about 30 minutes, I took one final look around our house not knowing if I would ever see it again. We walked down the cobblestone streets to the warehouse on the
Pfeffer joined us in the annex. He is a dentist. He keeps to himself but still joins in on conversations. I am in bed with a bruised rib. No one is helping me to the extent I need. I can not leave the bed so I can not take care of myself and no one seems to understand. I am in so much pain and i can not just keep it to myself. I need to express my pain. There is nothing to do in bed except talk which we can not even most of the day. I choose to talk about my physical feelings. No one understands my pain. I try to write in this diary but it bores me sometimes but there is nothing else to do so this is how I choose to spend some of my time. It is so close to Christmas and with Christmas comes presents and perks. This year we are going to receive a quarter pound of extra butter. When I am well again we will bake something delicious with our extra butter. I am so excited for the day we can eat that delicious treat and when I am not bedridden.
Farewell,
Auguste Saturday, 22 January,