The Plan to Go Into Hiding

When would we go into hiding?

Where would we hide?

In the city? In the country? In a house? In a shack?

(July 8, 1942)

These questions kept running through my mind.

I started packing my important belongings.

The first thing was my diary.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

(July 8, 1942)

Ik zal, hoop ik, aan jou alles kunnen toevertrouwen,

zoals ik het nog aan niemand gekund heb, en ik hoop

dat je een grote steun voor me zult zijn.

(June 12, 1942)

It seems like years since Sunday morning.

So much has happened,

it’s as if the whole world had

suddenly turned upside down.

(July 8, 1942)