on en boiled lettuce. Ordinary lettuce, spinac- tuce, ts all to t rotten potatoes, and you  for a king!

    I   it finally started last Sunday.

    Despite t  deserted me.

    As you can no doubt imagine, en say in despair, quot;s t of the war?

    people live togetruction?quot;

    tion is understandable, but up to noory anster airplanes and bombs and at time c neion?  on t a penny is available for medical science, artists or to starve ting as of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

    I dont believe ticians and capitalists. O as guilty; otions ive urge in people, to rage, murder and kill. And until all of y,  exception, undergoes a metamorpinue to be   up, cultivated and gro doroyed, only to start allover again!

    Ive often been do never desperate. I look upon our life in eresting adventure, full of danger and romance, and every privation as an amusing addition to my diary. Ive made up my mind to lead a different life from ot to become an ordinary er on.  Im experiencing o an interesting life, and ts to laug t dangerous moments.

    Im young and ies; Im young and strong and living ture; Im rig and cant spend all day complaining because its impossible to ion and strengturing, I feel liberation dray of nature and t a fascinating and amusing adventure t, why should I despair?

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    FRIDAY, MAY 5, 1944

    Dear Kitty,

    Fater our talk on Sunday  Id stop going upstairs every evening.   quot;Knutsc;* [* Nec