Entry 9: 21st May 1945725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBscrL7tG2k
Dearest Kitty,
I promised myself that after the war that I am going to live, and now I am surprised that I was able to survive the war after everything I had lost. Margot has gotten remarkably better than she was ill. She is barley sick now. The two of us now live in the Refugee Camp at Bergen-Belsen where life is better than it once was a few months before. We decided to take a stroll down the main road outside the camp and we found bicycles for sale. Turns out they were for free and we each got one. The two of us raced each other through the countryside in the sunset.
I rode back to the camp where I encounter some German P.O.W.s sitting together, tired and humiliated, in the cool spring night. I at first I wanted to attack them for all Germany has done for so many years but I decided to sit with them. We talked about the war and they told me fascinating stories about their time in Northern Africa and France when they were fighting the British and Americans. One of them told me that he was one of the few Germans to get out of Stalingrad and he just wants to go home to be with his family. They told me that they were just fighting for Germany and they didn't want to kill us. Now I wish I wasn't that angry at Germany throughout the years. Before returning to my bed, I hugged each and everyone of them, because everyone is good at heart.725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9sr1EkUgmN
Entry 10: 31st May 1945725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0c4wjd6gdq
Dearest Kitty,
I walked along the passage through the woods and I stumbled upon a lost cat. It was a girl and I could tell. I picked her up and she reminded me of my old cat Moortje. It's been long since I saw dear Moortje and I miss her so much. I wonder if she survived the war back home. So I took this little cat with me back to the refuge camp and I gave her some of my water and some food. I also found a little basket for her to sleep in when she gets tired.
It turns out that me and Margot are going back to Holland. My friend Janny invited the both of us to live with her in Amsterdam. I didn't want to be a burden upon her but she insisted. Both me and Margot agreed and we are heading home on the first train to Amsterdam. Finally, after all these months, it would be good to return home.
Yours truly, Anne Frank.
Entry 11: 1st June 1945725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycrQDZE9h2
Dearest Kitty,
Me and Margot began packing for the journey home. We packed our new clothes, my new diary, some food and water, my new cat, and the rest of our new belongings. Originally, me and Margot were going to join our family in Switzerland but we don't know what happened to them or Switzerland since we were in the camps for so long. We head home tomorrow and I'm glad that we are not taking those hellish trains we took from Westerbork to Auschwitz.
I decided to take one last walk through the woods and the remains of Bergen-Belsen. It was almost quiet during the night and I could clearly see the stars. The stars were a beautiful site and when I was walking around the former camp, I couldn't believe that I almost died here. Everything that made it so terrible were gone; the strench, the dead bodies, the diseases, etc. They were all gone. Just walking on the camp site gave me terrible memories and I fell to the ground and cried. I will never forget what happened here at Bergen-Belsen.
Yours truly, Anne Frank.725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRC0tTXQDKq
Entry 12: 2nd June 1945725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy7KXNLMuVy
Dear Kitty,
Today me, Margot, Janny and Lientje head home for Amsterdam. We left Bergen-Belsen at seven twenty-five in the morning and spent seven hours on the train. During these seven hours, I stared outside at the German countryside and it was beautiful. However, I lost that sense of beauty when I saw the German families and ordinary German people suffer. They lost their homes and many of their family members. They were burying their dead and some mothers had to beg to get food for their hungry children. I knew war was bad but I never imagined it to be this horrific. Only the Nazis should suffer and not these innocent people. I don't care if they supported the Nazis or if they didn't support the Nazis, ordinary people don't deserve to suffer like they are now.
Our train arrived in Amsterdam at three in the afternoon. The four of us walked through crowds of people looking for information about their friends and family. We were asked questions about the whereabouts of people I think I never even met. Despite the depressing feeling of the train station, the city of Amsterdam still had some of her charm. People were outside, riding bicycles and drinking, children playing on the street, and some people were still celebrating the end of the war. We arrived at Janny's old apartment and we settled down. Janny also reunited with her own family. I just wish me and Margot still had our family.
Yours truly, Anne Frank.
