ndry.

    Eig of us prefer to sleep in,

    Dussel gets up at eigo tairs, to tes a wo washing himself.

    Nine-ty. toves are lit, t screen is taken do Dussels back range, but a praying Dussel is a terrible sigo bes not t s sentimental, not at all, but er of an ire fifteen minutes -- rocking from oes to  goes on forever, and if I dont s my eyes tigarts to spin.

    ten-fifteen. tle; ters, t sleepy faces are beginning to emerge from t, fast, fast. Margot and I take turns doing ts quite cold doairs,  on pants and  or I urn in t eleven, and then were all clean.

    Eleven-ty. Breakfast. I  dalk about food  my bringing t up as well.

    teen. e eace s do. Mr. Dussel makes tling to as  tic as ss on  and disappears into ter and Mouschi. Mrs.

    van D. dons a long apron, a black  and oversy laundry and, airs. Margot and I do traighe room.

    EDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 23,1944

    My dearest Kitty,

    terday, and Ive perked up quite a bit. My ing, t to ttic almost every morning to get tale air out of my lungs. t ter ing on

    my favorite spot on t at tnut tree glistening ing ranced t  speak. ood  a t. e breatside and bot t t be broken ime o go to t to c boy. o t, and I folloeen minutes  say a canding, and could see  to c  I also looked out tting my eyes roam over a large part of Amsterdam, over tops and on to trip of blue so pale it  invisible.

    quot;As long as ts,quot; I t, quot;t, how can I be sad?”

    t remedy for tened, lonely or uno go outs