Father because they chattered too much. Luckily, Keesing saw the joke, he read the poem loudly to the class, with comments, and also to various other classes.
Since then, I am allowed to talk, never get extra work, in fact Keesing always jokes about it.
Yours, Anne
Wednesday, 24 June, 1942
Dear Kitty, It is boiling hot, we are all positively melting, and in this heat I have to walk everywhere. Now I can fully appreciate how nice a tram is, but that is a forbidden luxury for Jews— shank’s pony is good enough for us. I had to visit the dentist in the Jan Luykenstraat in the lunch hour yesterday. It is a long way from our school in the Stadstimmertuinen; I nearly fell asleep in school that afternoon. Luckily, the dentist’s assistant was very kind and gave me a drink—she’s a good sort!
We are allowed on the ferry and that is about all. There is a little boat from the Josef Israёlskade, the man there took us at once when we asked him. It is not the Dutch people’s fault that we are having such a miserable time.
I do wish I didn’t have to go to school, as my bicycle was stolen in the Easter holidays and Daddy has given Mummy’s to a Christian family for safekeeping. But thank goodness, the holidays are nearly here, one more week and the agony is over Something amusing happened yesterday, I was passing the bicycle sheds when someone called out to me. I looked around and there was the nice-looking boy I met the previous evening, at my girl friend Wilma’s home. He came shyly towards me and introduced himself as Hello Silberberg. I was rather surprised and wondered what he wanted, but I
