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rted off to be melted down for the war； so we have no idea of the exact time； either night or day。 i still have hopes that theyll e up with a substitute； made of tin or copper or some such thing； to remind the neighborhood of the clock。
everywhere i go； upstairs or down； they all cast admiring glances at my feet； which are adorned by a pair of exceptionally beautiful （for times like these！） shoes。 miep managed to snap them up for 27。50 guilders。 burgundy…colored suede and leather with medium…sized high heels。 i feel as if i were on stilts； and look even taller than i already am。
yesterday was my unlucky day。 i pricked my right thumb with the blunt end of a big needle。 as a result； margot had to peel potatoes for me （take the good with the bad）； and writing was awkward。 then i bumped into the cupboard door so hard it nearly knocked me over； and was scolded for making such a racket。 they wouldnt let me run water to bathe my forehead； so now im walking around with a giant lump over my right eye。 to make matters worse； the little toe on my right foot got stuck in the vacuum cleaner。 it bled and hurt； but my other ailments were already causing me so much trouble that i let this one slide； which was stupid of me； because now im walking around with an infected toe。 what with the salve； the gauze and the tape； i cant get my heavenly new shoe on my foot。
dussel has put us in danger for the umpteenth time。 he actually had miep bring him a book； an anti…mussolini tirade； which has been banned。 on the way here she was knocked down by an ss motorcycle。 she lost her head and shouted 〃you brutes！〃 and went on her way。 i dont dare think what would have happened if shed been taken down to headquarters。
yours； anne
a daily chore in our little munity： peeling potatoes！
one person goes to get some newspapers； another； the knives （keeping the best for himself； of course）； the third； the potatoes； and the fourth； the water。
mr。 dussel begins。 he may not always peel them very well； but he does peel nonstop；
glancing left and right to see if everyone is doing it the way he does。 no； theyre not！
〃look； anne； i am taking peeler in my hand like so and going from the top to bottom！
nein； not so 。 。 。 but so！”
〃i think my way is easier； mr。 dussel；〃 i say tentatively。
〃but this is best way； anne。 this you can take from me。 of course； it is no matter； you do the way you want。”
we go on peeling。 i glance at dussel out of the corner of my eye。 lost in thought； he shakes his head （over me； no doubt）； but says no more。
i keep on peeling。 then i look at father； on the other side of me。 to father； peeling potatoes is not a chore； but precision work。 when he reads； he has a deep wrinkle in the back of his head。 but when hes preparing potatoes； beans or vegetables； he seems to be totally absorbed in his task。 he puts on his potato…peeling face； and when its set in that particular way； it would be impossible for him to turn out anything less than a perfectly peeled potato。
i keep on working。 i glance up for a second； but thats all the time i need。 mrs。 van d。 is trying to attract dussels attention。 she starts by looking in his direction； but dussel pretends not to notice。 she winks； but dussel goes on peeling。 she laughs； but dussel still doesnt look up。 then mother laughs too； but dussel pays them no mind。
having failed to achieve her goal； mrs。 van d。 is obliged to change tactics。 theres a brief silence。 then she says； 〃putti； why dont you put on an apron？ otherwise； ill have to spend all day tomorrow trying to get the spots out of your suit！”
〃im not getting it dirty。”
another brief silence。 〃putti； why dont you sit down？ 〃im fine this way。 i like standing up！”
silence。
〃putti； look out； du spritzt schon！〃。 ＇now youre splashing！＇ 〃i know； mommy； but im being careful。”
mrs。 van d。 casts about for another topic。 〃tell me； putti； why arent the british
carrying out any bombing raids today？”
〃because the weathers bad； kerli！”
〃but yesterday it was such nice weather and they werent flying then either。”
〃lets drop the subject。”
〃why？ cant a person talk about that or offer an opinion？ 〃well； why in the world not？”
〃oh； be quiet； mammichen！〃 ＇mommy＇ 〃mr。 frank always answers his wife。”
mr。 van d。 is trying to control himself。 this remark always rubs him the wrong way； but mrs。 van d。s not one to quit： 〃oh； theres never going to be an invasion！”
mr。 van d。 turns white； and when she notices it； mrs。 van d。 turns red； but shes not about to be deterred： 〃the british arent doing a thing！”
the bomb bursts。 〃and now shut up； donnerwetter noch mal！ ＇for crying out loud！〃＇ mother can barely stifle a laugh； and i stare straight ahead。
scenes like these are repeated almost daily； unless theyve just had a terrible fight。 in that case； neither mr。 nor mrs。 van d。 says a word。
its time for me to get some more potatoes。 i go up to the attic； where peter is busy picking fleas from the cat。
he looks up； the cat notices it； and whoosh。 。 。 hes gone。 out the window and into the rain gutter。
peter swears； i laugh and slip out of the room。
freedom in the annex five…thirty。 beps arrival signals the beginning of our nightly freedom。 things get
going right away。 i go upstairs with bep； who usually has her dessert before the rest of us。 the moment she sits down； mrs。 van d。 begins stating her wishes。 her list usually starts with 〃oh； by the way； bep； something else id like。 。 。〃 bep winks at me。 mrs。 van d。 doesnt miss a chance to make her wishes known to whoever es upstairs。 it must be one of the reasons none of them like to go up there。
five forty…five。 bep leaves。 i go down two floors to have a look around： first to the kitchen； then to the private office and then to the coal bin to open the cat door for mouschi。
after a long tour of inspection； i wind up in mr。 kuglers office。 mr。 van daan is bing all the drawers and files for todays mail。 peter picks up boche and the warehouse key； pim lugs the typewriters upstairs； margot looks around for a quiet place to do her office work； mrs。 van d。 puts a kettle of water on the stove； mother es down the stairs with a pan of