The Diary of Anne Frank Page #10

Perhaps it's Sunday.

We may have lost

track of the days.

You with the diary

there, what day is it?

I don't lose

track of the days.

I know exactly

what day it is.

It's Friday, the

4th of August.

It's Friday and

not a man at work.

I tell you, Mr.

Kraler's dead.

That's the only

explanation.

He's dead. They've closed down the

building, and Miep's trying to tell us.

She'd never telephone us.

- Please, I beg of you, answer the phone.

- No.

Just pick it up and listen. You don't have

to speak. Just listen and see if it's Miep.

For God's sake,

answer the telephone!

I've told you, no.

I'll do nothing that might let anyone

know that we're in this building.

Mr. Frank's right.

- No need to tell us what side you're on.

- Lf we wait here quietly and patiently...

...I believe that

help will come.

Mr. Dussel.

Mr. Dussel. Mr. Dussel!

Too late.

So we just wait here...

...until we die.

I can't stand it.

- I'll kill myself.

- For heaven's sake, stop it!

I think you would be glad

if I did. You want me to die.

Whose fault is

it we're here?

We could've been safe in America

or Switzerland. But no, no.

You wouldn't leave when I wanted to.

You couldn't leave your precious things.

- Your furniture!

- That's right, blame it all on me.

- It's all my fault.

Your hats, shoes, dishes!

I never had anything I really wanted.

Everything was for your pleasure!

Look, Peter.

Look at the sky.

Aren't the

clouds beautiful?

What a lovely, lovely day.

You know what I do...

...when I think I can't stand

another minute of being cooped up?

I think myself outside.

I think I'm on a walk in the park

where I used to go with Father...

...where crocus and jonquils and

the violets grow along the slopes.

You know...

...the most wonderful part

of thinking yourself outside?

You can have it

any way you like.

You can have roses and violets and

tulips all blooming in the same season.

Isn't that wonderful?

When I was outside, I used

to take it all for granted.

And now in here, I've just

gone crazy about nature.

I've just gone crazy.

I think if something

doesn't happen soon...

...if we don't

get out of here...

...I can't stand

much more of this.

I wish you had a

religion, Peter.

No, thanks.

Not me.

I don't mean you

have to be Orthodox...

...or believe in heaven and

hell and purgatory and things.

I just mean some religion.

It doesn't matter what.

Just to believe

in something.

When I think of all

that's out there...

...trees and flowers...

...and those sea gulls...

When I think of the

dearness of you, Peter...

...and the goodness of

the people we know...

...Mr. Kraler and Miep,

the vegetable man...

...all of them risking their

lives for us every day...

...when I think of these good

things, I'm not afraid anymore.

I find myself.

- And God, and l...

- That's fine. But...

When I begin to think...

...I get mad.

Look at us.

Hiding out here

for two years.

Not able to move.

Caught like...

Waiting for them

to come and get us.

We're not the only people

that have had to suffer.

There have always been

people that have had to.

Sometimes one race,

sometimes another.

- And yet...

- That doesn't make me feel any better.

I know it's terrible,

trying to have any faith...

...when people are

doing such horrible...

But you know what

I sometimes think?

I think the world may be

going through a phase...

...the way I

was with Mother.

It'll pass.

Maybe not for

hundreds of years...

...but someday.

I still believe...

...in spite of

everything...

...that people are

really good at heart.

I wanna see something now.

Not a thousand

years from now.

But, Peter...

...if you'd only look at it

as part of a great pattern...

...that we're just a

little minute in life.

Listen to us.

Going at each other like a

couple of stupid grownups.

Look at the sky.

Isn't it lovely?

Someday, when we

get outside again...

...I'm going to...

Open! Open! Open!

Open!

For the past two years,

we have lived in fear.

Now we can live in hope.

And so it seems our

stay here is over.

They've given us just a

moment 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.

Goodbye for a while.

P.S., please,

please, anyone...

... if you should find this diary,

will you please keep it safe for me?

Because someday

I hope that...

No more.

I had gone to the country

to try to find food.

When I got back, the

police were in the building.

We made it our business

to learn how they knew.

It was the thief who told them.

We knew the thief. He was...

It seems strange

to me now.

But we were all full of hope in the camp

here in Holland, where they first took us.

The news of the

war was good.

The Allies were

sweeping through France.

We felt sure they would

get to us in time to...

But...

In September, we were

shipped to Poland.

Men to one camp,

women to another.

From there, they

were sent to Belsen.

I stayed in Auschwitz.

In January, we were freed,

the few of us who were left.

The war was not

yet over, no.

Took us a long

time to get home.

Each time the

train would stop...

...we'd all get out at

a siding or a crossing...

...and walk from

group to group.

"Where were you?

Were you at Belsen?

At Buchenwald?

At Mauthausen? Where?"

"Is it possible that

you ever knew my wife?"

"Did you ever see my

husband? My son? My daughter?"

That's how I found out

about my wife's death.

Margot's. Van Daans'.

Peter.

Dussel.

But...

...Anne...

I still hoped...

Yesterday, I

was in Rotterdam.

I met a woman there.

She'd been in

Belsen with Anne.

I know now.

In spite of everything...

... I still believe that

people are really good at heart.

She puts me to shame.

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