Entry 4: 25th April, 1945
Dearest Kitty,
I hear that those who died before they were freed are being buried in mass graves. A mass grave is where a bunch of dead bodies are buried together. They may now rest in peace. Those who made us suffer are forced to dump the bodies into the graves. Thanks to the foreign language lessons Pim gave me and Margot, it's very easy to speak with the English. Everyday since the liberation, me and Margot along with others listen to the German stasis from a radio. Janny says that the Nazi regime is falling and Europe will be free after six years of hell, please excuse my language Kitty but that was the word I wanted to use. If and when the Nazis lose power where would me and Margot go, we aren't even sure we have a home anymore. But at least me and Margot have each other, and we have our peace.
Your Dearest Anne.
Entry 5: 2nd May, 1945
Dearest Kitty,
I have some news, news that made cry tears of sorrow and joy. I heard a recording from a German general named Weidling, who announced something important in my old friend Lies Goosens' hometown of Berlin. A truck came into Bergen-Belsen playing the recording for all of us to hear, including me, Margot, Janny, Liejtie, Lies, the arrested Germans, and the British liberators. I decide to write down what I heard below.
"On April 30th, 1945, the Führer committed suicide, thereby abandoning everyone who pledged an allegiance to him. You, our German soldiers, followed the Führer's orders, and were determined to continue the fight of Berlin, despite that our ammunition ran out and the fight was already lost. I hereby order immediate cease-fire! Every hour you fight on, only prolongs the terrible suffering of the civilians and our wounded. In agreement with the Russian troops high command, I ask you to surrender now! Weidling, former commander of Berlin's defense area."
I cried when I heard this, I cheeks were covered in tears. The man who made us suffer is dead, dead and gone. Without Hitler, the Germans who loved him have nothing. Margot is starting to cough less now and I am now able to walk, shaky and sick but I have still regained my ability to walk. I can't walk long distances and I still must rest. Now that the Third Reich is gone, what will happen to us, all of us who suffered.
Your dearest, Anne.
Entry 6: 4th May, 1945
Dearest Kitty,
The British soldier I befriended, his name is Col. Daniel Williams, brought me a radio so I could listen to updates from the BBC. I heard rumors of mass suicides occurring in Germany, most of them after Hitler's death. These are high ranking Nazi officials. You probably think I would care less, despite what they did, I personally think suicide is a horrible choice. The Nazis need to be men and face the consequences instead of cowardly killing themselves.
Who knew I would make a quick recovery, I was suffering from typhus for more than a month and I made a quick recovery. The doctors were very impressed and considered me lucky. Col. Williams suggested that I relocate to the new DP camp for Bergen-Belsen survivors but I want to stay here with Margot. She is still sick but I want to stay with her until she could get better herself. I don't consider myself cured because an illness could come back.
Since the liberation of Bergen-Belsen I often look at myself in the mirror
. I had beautiful skin and beautiful long hair. I thought I was beautiful and everyone thought I was beautiful. When I came here before the British freed us, my long hair is now gone, it has not even started to grow back yet. I'm almost as thin as other former inmates who became real life walking skeletons. My skin was covered in dirt. I may have shorn hair and be very thin but I consider myself lucky. I have my sister, my parents and home are long gone but the Germans never took my sister. I love Margot and she is all I have left, and I'm glad.
Your Dearest, Anne Frank.
Entry 7: 8th May, 1945
Dearest Kitty,
Today marks a day that I wish came many years ago, the day that the war finally ended. The war already ended in the British empire yesterday but the war ends in all of Europe today. British soldiers begin to celebrate. I hugged my sister. I wished the war ended back in 1942 but that never happened. At least it's not too late. The Germans and the Allies agreed that all hostiles will end at Midnight tonight. I often wonder if any of those who helped us survived. Me and Margot would probably go to live with them. I desperately want to know who did and didn't survived the war. Are some of my friends still alive, some of family. What happened to my family in Switzerland.
Before we find out about our family in Switzerland, both me and Margot decided to return home to Amsterdam to see whats left of our home. What happened to the secret annex, what happened to those who helped us hide. Margot is getting a lot better. The stuff they used as treatment for us has worked on some, such as me and Margot, and not on others. Many still have died after Bergen-Belsen's liberation. I have seen bodies being dumped into mass-graves, some of those we will never know. The piles of bodies have plagued my memory, I have had terrible nightmares about these piles of bodies. Once Margot is well, I hope to return to Amsterdam.
Your dearest, Anne.
Entry 8: 10th May, 1945
Dearest Kitty,
Today, me and other former inmates join the British liberators to watch them burn the huts. A soldier fired a flame thrower at the huts along with Nazi flags. I cried. The place that was once full of human misery is burning, gone with the blink of an eye. The place where I almost died, where Margot almost died. Margot couldn't attend because she still had to rest, she would have loved to see this. I couldn't stop to think of the other concentration camps in Europe. One day, the British brought citizens of a nearby German village to see what their government was doing. At first they were excited to see what would happen. I was recovering at the time and I saw them through a window when they arrived. Col. Williams filmed a video of me when I was wrapped in a blanket. The video was shown to those German villagers. They were horrified when they saw how I was suffering. I could hear women crying and I also heard some people cry, "My God that poor girl!" I'm thankfully now wearing clothes knitted from other former prisoners.
When I watched the camp burn, the smoke rose to the sky and you could see it for miles. I was reunited with an old friend, Lies Goosens. She and her sister recovered and they were about to leave to another camp when the British took over. Lies told me her father had died before the liberation and has no one left but her sister. I told her that Margot was recovering in the hospital the British troops had set up. A few hours later, I found the commanding officer of the British troops, Brigadier Glyn Hughes, at a party celebrating their winning of the war. I walked in, he was lighting a cigar. I ran up to him a hugged him. He became surprised. I fell into tears and said, "Thank you, thank you so much." Other troops stared with glee. I couldn't let go, he was the man who freed us and I don't know how to thank him.
Your Dearest, Anne Frank856Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeD0X7yVvjA
