Mr. Dussel sank into a chair and stared at us in dumbstruck silence, as though he thought he could read the truth on our faces.
Then he stuttered, “Aber... but are you nicht in Belgium? The officer, the auto, they were not coming? Your escape was not working?”
We explained the whole thing to him, about how we'd deliberately spread the rumor of the officer and the car
to throw the Germans and anyone else who might come looking for us off the track.
Mr. Dussel was speechless in the face of such ingenuity,
and could do nothing but gaze around in surprise as he explored the rest of our lovely and ultrapractical Annex.
We all had lunch together. Then he took a short nap, joined us for tea,
put away the few belongings Miep had been able to bring here in advance and began to feel much more at home.
Especially when we handed him the following typewritten rules and regulations for the Secret Annex (a van Daan production):
PROSPECTUS AND GUIDE TO THE SECRET ANNEX
A Unique Facility for the Temporary Accommodation of Jews and Other Dispossessed Persons
Open all year round: Located in beautiful, quiet, wooded surroundings in the heart of Amsterdam.
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