For the past two years we have lived fear. Now we can live in hope.
It is November 1945. Mr. Frank stops reading the diary. He looks calm now.
Green Police! Open Up, Open up!
You have five minutes to pack. Clothes only!
The door is forced open.
And so it seems our stay here is over. They are waiting for us now. They've allowed us five minutes to get our things. We can each take a bag and whatever it will hold of clothing. Nothing else. So, dear Diary, that means I must leave you behind. Good bye for a while.
P.S. Please, please, Miep, or Mr. Kraler, or anyone else. If you should find this diary, will you please keep it safe for me, because some day I hope...
It seems strange to say this, but Anne was happy in the concentration camp. She was finally in the sunshine and fresh air that she loved.
We made it our business to learn how they knew. It was the thief who told them.
I'd gone to the country to find food. when I came back the the block was surrounded by police.
She puts me to shame.
From the diary, " In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart."