Reading and writing to read the diary entries and consider what they are mainly about . the diary of end, Frank. wednesday. may third, nineteen forty four. Dear Kitty, as you can easily imagine, we often ask ourselves here, desperate ly, what? Oh, what is the use of the war? Why can people live peacefully together? Why all this destruction? The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to IT so far. yes. Why do they manufacturer still larger aircraft and still have your bombs? Why should millions be spent daily on canons, and yet there's not a penny available for medical services artists or for poor people? Why do some people have to starve while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy? I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalism alone are guilty of this warfare. Oh no, the little man is just as guilty. Otherwise the people of the world would have reason in revolt long ago. In people, there's simply an urge to destroy and urge to kill, to murder and rage. And until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged. Everything that has been built up, cultivated and grown will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind will have to begin all over again. I have often been downcast, but never in despair. I regard are hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting. At the same time, in my diary, I treat all the hardships as amusing. I have made up my mind now to lead a different life from other girls, and later on, different from ordinary housewives. What i'm experiencing here is a good beginning to an interesting life, and that is the sole reason why I have to laugh at the humor side of the most dangerous moments. I am Young and I possessed many hidden qualities. I am Young and strong and living a great adventure. I am still in the mist of bit and can't mother the whole day long. I have been given a lot a happy nature, a great deal of cheerful mission strength. Every day. I feel that I am developing inwardly, that the liberation is drawing near, and how beautiful nature is, how good the people are about me, how interesting this adventure is. Why then should I be in despair? Yours and thursday. june fifteen th, nineteen forty four. Dear Kitty, I wonder if it's because I haven't been able to poke my nose outdoors for so long that I ve grown so obsessive about everything to do with nature. I can well remember that there was a time when a deep blue sky, the song of the birds, moonlight and flowers, could never have kept me spellbound. That's changed since i'd been here at with son. For instance, when I was so warm, I stayed awake on purpose until half past eleven, one evening in order to gaza, the moon, for once by myself, unless the sacrifice was all in vain. E, as the moon gave far too much light and I couldn't risk opening a window another time. Some months ago, I happened to be upstairs one evening when the window was open. I didn't go downstairs until the window had to be shut. The dark, rainy evening, the gale, the moving clouds help me entirely in their power. IT was the first time in a year and a half that i've seen the net face to face. After that evening, my longing to see you again was greater than my fear of intruders, rats and raids on the house. I went downstairs all by myself and looked outside through the windows in the kitchen and the private office. A lot of people are fond of nature, but you are so shut away and isolated from that which can be shared alike by rich and poor. It's not imagination on my part when I say that to look upwards at the sky, the clouds, the man and the stars makes me common patient mother nature makes me humble and prepare to face every blow courageously. Alas, IT has to be said that I am only able, except on a few rare occasions, to look at nature through dirty lace curtains hanging before very dusty windows. And it's no delight looking through these any longer, because nature is just the one thing which there is no substitute yours end.