Wednesday, 24 June, 1942 - MY BICYCLE WAS STOLEN IN THE EASTER HOLIDAYS | ANNEFRANKSTORY PAGE 6

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 Israelskade, 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 I 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 safe keeping. 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 round and there was the nice-looking boy I met on the previous evening, at my girl friend Eva's home. He came shyly towards me and introduced himself as Harry Goldberg. I was rather surprised and wondered what he wanted, but I didn't have to wait long.


He asked if I would allow him to accompany me to school. ''As you're going my way in any case, I will,'' I replied and so we went together. Harry is sixteen and can tell all kinds of amusing stories. He was waiting for me again this morning and I expect he will from now on.

Yours, Anne.

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