On Thursday 9th November 1942 my family and the Van Pels were arguing as usual . It’s all been extremely horrible! The thought of having a middle aged man in my bedroom is quite disturbing, and I can never get to sleep whilst he is saying his prayres. The bombing is the worst part of being here because I can’t get a wink of sleep. The bombings are extremely appalling, due to the horrendous aircrafts soaring through the lit up sky with the search lights peeking their way through my window. How will I survive the rest of the war in the annexe?
Thursday 9th November 1942
My family, the Van Pel’s and Fritz Pfeffer have been arguing about many different things like not going to flush the toilet during the day or to make a lot of noise. I had to share a room with the disgusting Fritz Pfeffer who is extremely annoying as we get into too many arguments, the tensions are running high as I hated him so much. As we go to bed we heard the obliterating bombs demolish buildings. I was horrified as I had nightmares about the secret annexe being found where the others and I were hiding.
I can’t believe that this is really going to happen! I am overwhelmed by the fear of being found and killed and going to a concentration camp, my heart is throbbing in agony because I fear of what is happening. Oh poor Moortje all alone, I hope if I live she will to…..
I had no idea where we were going to hide, but I soon knew as we approached my fathers office. Mr Kulger, Mr Kleiman and Miep work beneath us on the factory floor. Miep is a star, bringing food and presents for us.
Holland will never be the same and neither will my family because of Adolf Hitler. Mums calling now so I shall speak later goodbye.
As we cautiously stepped closer to our new home (until the end of the war). My fathers co- workers greeted us in a suspicious hurry, they led us up for what seemed hundreds of stairs. We finally stopped at a bookcase which was a relief.
I was extremely tired and eager to find mine and Margot’s bedroom, I brightened my room with photos of famous people.
My father called me and Margot to go to the dinner room which we spent most of are time in an awkward silence. Must go, mother shouted, we have to stay quiet for another hour.
Wednesday 18 July 1942
As we were walking through the streets, I was terrified and I started asking myself what was going to happen to us? We then saw a German soldier. I was trembling like a jelly. I was thinking are we going to be killed? Or are we going to stay alive? Fortunately he did not notice us. As people say “chances are from gold”, so we took our chance and ran away.
Today is the day where we move into our hiding place (which is called the Secret Annexe) because the Nazi’s are invading Holland, I heard, and to be honest I am actually a bit concerned. Margo (my annoying sister) and I have been forced to hide in this secret sanctuary.
We packed our bags as fast as our bodies would take us, we soon finished though we walked the street wisely and carefully so none of the Nazi’s caught us. We finally arrived at our destination, we travelled through the building quickly and stomped up the dreadful, horrible stairs and finally chilled in our ‘new home’. It was awful!