Saturday, 3 October, 1942
Dear Kitty, There was another bust-up yesterday. Mummy kicked up a frightful row and told Daddy just what she thought of me.
Then she had an awful fit of tears so, of course, off. I went too, and I’d got such an awful headache anyway. Finally I told Daddy that I’m much more fond of him than Mummy, to which he replied that I’d get over that.
But I don’t believe it. I have to simply force myself to stay calm with her.
Daddy wishes that I would sometimes volunteer to help Mummy, when she doesn’t feel well or has a headache, but I shan’t. I am working hard at my French and am now reading La Belle Nivemaise.
Yours, Anne
Friday, 9 October, 1942
Dear Kitty, I’ve only got dismal and depressing news for you today. Our many Jewish friends are being taken away by the dozen. These people are treated by the Gestapo without a shred of decency, being loaded into cattle trucks and sent to Westerbork, the big Jewish camp in Drente. Westerbork sounds terrible: only one washing cubicle for a hundred people and not nearly enough lavatories. There is no separate accommodation. Men, women and children all sleep together. One hears of frightful immorality because of this; and a lot of the women, and even girls, who stay there for any length of time are expecting babies.
It is impossible to escape, most of the people in the camp are branded as inmates by their shaven heads and many also by their Jewish appearance.
