Wednesday 8th July 1942,
I was hiding in my father’s offices,in the attic. It’s not the best of places but it will do. I had a bland and boring bedroom, so to liven it up, over the years I had stuck some photos on the walls. Most of our belongings had been sent there in advance. This was because our plans were changed because my sister Margot was called up to go to concentration camp, luckily this never happened we continued to hide like this for 2 years.