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most of the time the tickle refused to go away； so i had to drink milk with honey； sugar or cough drops。 i get dizzy just thinking about all the cures ive been subjected to： sweating out the fever； steam treatment； wet presses； dry presses； hot drinks； swabbing my throat； lying still； heating pad； hot…water bottles； lemonade and； every two hours； the thermometer。 will these remedies really make you better？ the worst part was when mr。 dussel decided to play doctor and lay his pomaded head on my bare chest to listen to the sounds。 not only did his hair tickle； but i was embarrassed； even though he went to school thirty years ago and does have some kind of medical degree。 why should he lay his head on my heart？ after all； hes not my
boyfriend！ for that matter； he wouldnt be able to tell a healthy sound from an unhealthy one。
hed have to have his ears cleaned first； since hes being alarmingly hard of hearing。 but enough about my illness。 im fit as a fiddle again。 ive grown almost half an inch and gained two pounds。 im pale； but itching to get back to my books。
ausnahmsweise* （the only word that will do here ＇* by way of exception＇）； were all getting on well together。 no squabbles； though that probably wont last long。 there hasnt been such peace and quiet in this house for at least six months。
bep is still in isolation； but any day now her sister will no longer be contagious。
for christmas； were getting extra cooking oil； candy and molasses。 for hanukkah； mr。
dussel gave mrs。 van daan and mother a beautiful cake； which hed asked miep to bake。 on top of all the work she has to do！ margot and i received a brooch made out of a penny； all bright and shiny。 i cant really describe it； but its lovely。
i also have a christmas present for miep and bep。 for a whole month ive saved up the sugar i put on my hot cereal； and mr。 kleiman has used it to have fondant made。
the weather is drizzly and overcast； the stove stinks； and the food lies heavily on our stomachs； producing a variety of rumbles。
the war is at an impasse； spirits are low。
yours； anne
friday； december 24； 1943
dear kitty；
as ive written you many times before； moods have a tendency to affect us quite a bit here； and in my case its been getting worse lately。 〃himmelhoch jauchzend； zu tode betrubt〃* ＇* a famous line from goethe： 〃on top of the world； or in the depths of despair。〃＇ certainly applies to me。 im 〃on top of the world〃 when i think of how fortunate we are and pare myself to other jewish children； and 〃in the depths of despair〃 when； for example； mrs。 kleiman es by and talks about jopies hockey club； canoe trips； school plays and afternoon teas with friends。
i dont think im jealous of jopie； but i long to have a really good time for once and
to laugh so hard it hurts。
were stuck in this house like lepers； especially during winter and the christmas and new years holidays。 actually； i shouldnt even be writing this； since it makes me seem so ungrateful； but i cant keep everything to myself； so ill repeat what i said at the beginning： 〃paper is more patient than people。鈥�
whenever someone es in from outside； with the wind in their clothes and the cold on their cheeks； i feel like burying my head under the blankets to keep from thinking； 〃when will we be allowed to breathe fresh air again？〃 i cant do that on the contrary； i have to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things； but the thoughts keep ing anyway。 not just once； but over and over。
believe me； if youve been shut up for a year and a half； it can get to be too much for you sometimes。 but feelings cant be ignored； no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem。 i long to ride a bike； dance； whistle； look at the world； feel young and know that im free； and yet i cant let it show。 just imagine what would happen if all eight of us were to feel sorry for ourselves or walk around with the discontent clearly visible on our faces。 where would that get us？ i sometimes wonder if anyone will ever understand what i mean； if anyone will ever overlook my ingratitude and not worry about whether or not im jewish and merely see me as a teenager badly in need of some good plain fun。 i dont know； and i wouldnt be able to talk about it with anyone； since im sure id start to cry。 crying can bring relief； as long as you dont cry alone。 despite all my theories and efforts； i miss every day and every hour of the day having a mother who understands me。 thats why with everything i do and write； i imagine the kind of mom id like to be to my children later on。 the kind of mom who doesnt take everything people say too seriously； but who does take me seriously。 i find it difficult to describe what i mean； but the word mom〃 says it all。
do you know what ive e up with？ in order to give me the feeling of calling my mother something that sounds like 〃mom；〃 i often call her〃 momsy。〃 sometimes i shorten it to 〃moms〃； an imperfect 〃mom。〃 i wish i could honor her by removing the 〃s。〃 its a good thing she doesnt realize this； since it would only make her unhappy。
well； thats enough of that。 my writing has raised me somewhat from 〃the depths of despair。鈥�
yours； anne
its the day after christmas； and i cant help thinking about pim and the story he told me this time last year。 i didnt understand the meaning of his words then as well as i do now。 if only hed bring it up again； i might be able to show him i understood what
he meant！
i think pim told me because he； who knows the 〃intimate secrets〃 of so many others； needed to express his own feelings for once； pim never talks about himself； and i dont think margot has any inkling of what hes been through。 poor pim； he cant fool me into thinking hes forgotten that girl。 he never will。 its made him very acmodating； since hes not blind to mothers faults。 i hope im going to be a little like him； without having to go through what he has！
anne monday； december 27； 1943
friday evening； for the first time in my life； i received a christmas present。 mr。
kleiman； mr。 kugler and the girls had prepared a wonderful surprise for us。 miep made a delicious christmas cake with 〃peace 1944〃 written on top； and bep provided a batch of co