If we wait patiently, quietly, I believe help will come.
I'm going down
Look , Peter, the sky.
I've just gone crazy. I think if something doesn't happen soon. . .
*doorbell clangs repeatedly*
Auf machen! Da dinnen! Auf machen! Schnell! Schnell! Schnell!
For the past 2 years we have lived in fear. Now we can live in hope.
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 . . .