SATURDAY, APRIL 1, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
A everything is still so difficult. You do know what I mean, dont you? I long so much for him to kiss me, but that kiss is taking its owime. Does he still think of me as a friend? Dont I mean anything more?
You and I both know that Im strong, that I carry most burdens alone. Ive never beeo sharing my worries with anyone, and Ive never g to a mother, but Id love to lay my head on his shoulder and just sit there quietly.
I t, I simply t fet that dream of Peters cheek, whehing was so good! Does he have the same longing? Is he just too shy to say he loves me? Why does he want me near him so much? Oh, why doesnt he say something?
Ive got to stop, Ive got to be calm. Ill try to be strong again, and if Im patient, the rest will follow. But -- and this is the worst part -- I seem to be chasing him. Im always the one who has to go upstairs; he never es to me. But thats because of
the rooms, and he uands why I object. Oh, Im sure he uands more than I think .
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
MONDAY, APRIL 3, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
trary to my usual practice, Im going to write you a detailed description of the food situation, sis bee a matter of some difficulty and importanot only here in the Annex, but in all of Holland, all of Europe and even beyond.
Iwenty-one months weve lived here, weve been through a good many "food cycles" -- youll uand what that means in a moment. A "food cycle" is a period in which we have only one particular dish or type of vegetable to eat. For a long time we ate nothing but endive. Eh sand, ehout sand, eh mashed potatoes, endive-and-mashed potato casserole. Then it inach, followed by kohlrabi, salsify, cucumbers, tomatoes, sauerkraut, etc., etc.
Its not much fun when you have to eat, say, sauer- kraut every day for lund dinner, but when youre hungry enough, you do a lot of things. Now, however, were going through the most delightful period so far, because there are ables at all.
Our weekly lunch menu sists of brown beans, split-pea soup, potatoes with dumplings, potato kugel and, by the grace of God, turnip greens or rotten carrots, and then its back to brown beans. Because of the bread she, otatoes at every meal, starting with breakfast, but then we fry them a little. To make soup we use brown beans, navy beans, potatoes, packages of vege- table soup, packages of chi soup and packages of bean soup. There are brown beans ihing, including the bread. For dinner we always have potatoes with imitation gravy and -- thank goodness weve still got it -- beet salad. I must tell you about the dumplings.
We make them with gover-issue flour, water a. Theyre so gluey and tough that it feels as if you had rocks in your stomach, but oh well!
The high point is our weekly slice of liverwurst, and the jam on our unbuttered bread.
But were still alive, and much of the time it still tastes good too!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 5, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
For a long time now I didnt know why I was b to do any schoolwork. The end of the war still seemed so far away, so unreal, like a fairy tale. If the war isnt over by September, I wont go back to school, since I dont want to be two years behind.
Peter filled my days, nothing but Peter, dreams and thoughts until Saturday night, when I felt so utterly miserable; oh, it was awful. I held back my tears when I was wit