and yet at the same time glad because I knew with certainty that Peter is still the only one for me.
It's funny, but I often have such vivid images in my dreams.
One night I saw Grammy so clearly that I could even make out her skin of soft, crinkly velvet.
Another time Grandma appeared to me as a guardian angel.
After that it was Hanneli, who still symbolizes to me the suffering of my friends as well as that of Jews in general,
so that when I'm praying for her, I'm also praying for all the Jews and all those in need.
And now Peter, my dearest Peter. I've never had such a clear mental image of him.
I don't need a photograph, I can see him oh so well. Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, JANUARY 7, 1944
Dearest Kitty, I'm such an idiot. I forgot that I haven't yet told you the story of my one true love.
When I was a little girl, way back in kindergarten, I took a liking to Sally Kimmel.
His father was gone, and he and his mother lived with an aunt.
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