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ually taking place。 and to think it might all happen soon！
miep often says she envies us because we have such peace and quiet here。 that may be true； but shes obviously not thinking about our fear。
i simply cant imagine the world will ever be normal again for us。 i do talk about 〃after the war；〃 but its as if i were talking about a castle in the air； something that can ii never e true。
i see the ei ght of us in the annex as if we were a patch of blue sky surrounded by menacing black clouds。 the perfectly round spot on which were standing is still safe； but the clouds are moving in on us； and the ring between us and the approaching danger is being pulled tighter and tighter。 were surrounded by darkness and danger； and in our desperate search for a way out we keep bumping into each other。 we look at the fighting down below and the peace and beauty up above。 in the meantime； weve been cut off by the dark mass of clouds； so that we can go neither up nor down。 it looms before us like an impenetrable wall； trying to crush us； but not yet able to。 i can only cry out and implore； 〃oh； ring； ring； open wide and let us out！”
yours； anne
thursday； november 11； 1943
dearest kitty；
i have a good title for this chapter：
ode to my fountain pen in memoriam my fountain pen was always one of my most prized possessions； i valued it highly； especially because it had a thick nib； and i can only write neatly with thick nibs。 it has led a long and interesting fountain…pen life； which i will summarize below。
when i was nine； my fountain pen （packed in cotton） arrived as a 〃sample of no mercial value〃 all the way from aachen； where my grandmother （the kindly donor）
used to live。 i lay in bed with the flu； while the february winds howled around the apartment house。 this splendid fountain pen came in a red leather case； and i showed it to my girlfriends the first chance i got。 me； anne frank； the proud owner of a fountain pen。
when i was ten； i was allowed to take the pen to school； and to my surprise； the teacher even let me write with it。 when i was eleven； however； my treasure had to be tucked away again； because my sixth…grade teacher allowed us to use only school pens and inkpots。 when i was twelve； i started at the jewish lyceum and my fountain pen was given a new case in honor of the occasion。 not only did it have room for a pencil； it also had a zipper； which was much more impressive。 when i was thirteen； the fountain pen went with me to the annex； and together weve raced through countless diaries and positions。 id turned fourteen and my fountain pen was enjoying the last year of its life with me when 。 。 。
it was just after five on friday afternoon。 i came out of my room and was about to sit down at the table to write when i was roughly pushed to one side to make room for margot and father； who wanted to practice their latin。 the fountain pen remained unused on the table； while its owner； sighing； was forced to make do with a very tiny corner of the table； where she began rubbing beans。 thats how we remove mold from the beans and restore them to their original state。 at a quarter to six i swept the floor； dumped the dirt into a news paper； along with the rotten beans； and tossed it into the stove。 a giant flame shot up； and i thought it was wonderful that the stove； which had been gasping its last breath； had made such a miraculous recovery。
all was quiet again。 the latin students had left； and i sat down at the table to pick
up where id left off。 but no matter where i looked； my fountain pen was nowhere in sight。 i took another look。 margot looked； mother looked； father looked； dussel looked。
but it had vanished。
〃maybe it fell in the stove； along with the beans！〃 margot suggested。
〃no； it couldnt have！〃 i replied。
but that evening； when my fountain pen still hadnt turned up； we all assumed it had been burned； especially because celluloid is highly inflammable。 our darkest fears were confirmed the next day when father went to empty the stove and discovered the clip； used to fasten it to a pocket； among the ashes。 not a trace of the gold nib was left。
〃it must have melted into stone；〃 father conjectured。
im left with one consolation； small though it may be： my fountain pen was cremated； just as i would like to be someday！
yours； anne
wednesday； november 17； 1943
dearest kitty；
recent events have the house rocking on its foundations。 owing to an outbreak of diphtheria at beps； she wont be allowed to e in contact with us for six weeks。
without her； the cooking and shopping will be very difficult； not to mention how much well miss her pany。 mr。 kleiman is still in bed and has eaten nothing but gruel for three weeks。 mr。 kugler is up to his neck in work。
margot sends her latin lessons to a teacher； who corrects and then returns them。
shes registered under beps name。 the teachers very nice； and witty too。 i bet hes glad to have such a smart student。
dussel is in a turmoil and we dont know why。 it all began with dussels saying nothing when he was upstairs； he didnt exchange so much as a word with either mr。
or mrs。 van daan。 we all noticed it。 this went on for a few days； and then mother took the opportunity to warn him about mrs。 van d。； who could make life miserable for him。 dussel said mr。 van daan had started the silent treatment and he had no intention of breaking it。 i should explain that yesterday was november 16； the first anniversary of his living in the annex。 mother received a plant in honor of the occasion； but mrs。 van daan； who had alluded to the date for weeks and made no
bones about the fact that she thought dussel should treat us to dinner； received nothing。 instead of making use of the opportunity to thank us …… for the first time …… for unselfishly taking him in； he didnt utter a word。 and on the morning of the sixteenth； when i asked him whether i should offer him my congratulations or my condolences； he replied that either one would do。 mother； having cast herself in the role of peacemaker； made no headway whatsoever； and the situation finally ended in a draw。
i can say without exaggeration that dussel has definitely got a screw loose。