I've been wanting a journal my whole life. To write my thoughts, my goals, and what's going to happen to me. There is this little shop down stairs from where I live and I have been wanting this for so long. My name is Anne Frank and I was born in Frankfurt, Germany. .
march 5, 1942 .
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Im here in my attic trying to think of the good things that happened in my life. Thinking that I"m going to die some day, that could be any day. With all the dying, killing, and torturing that these people are doing, I can't even think anymore. How could anyone so mean do this to such innocent people. Like on the night of November 9-10 1932, the Nazis all over Germany burned synagogues, plundered Jewish businesses and raided their homes, arresting over 30,000 Jewish men. How could they do that? We"re harmless. When I found out that they started to build death camps ( concentration camps ) that had gas chambers and ovens to kill and dispose all of the innocent people, I bursted out into tears because what if that happened to my family. Im going to die that way? That's what I have to think about every night. .
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March 7, 1942.
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Today I saw Nazis take Jewish people and locked them in trains in a room and the showers had deadly chemicals that killed them. My sister Margot got a letter ordering her to report for work detail in a labor camp. So, my dad Is telling me and my family we have to move because they will come and get us. So we moved to my dad's work office. A " secret annex." I"m scared, horrified, and depressed that I have to leave my childhood home. But I know it's for the best. My life keeps changing by the minute. But today, my whole life has changed. I found out today that officers are invading Jew's homes and expelling them from their own home. Where they live. How could they? Why? I don't get it. Then my parents told me what's finally happening. My parents told me that if officers invade our home then don't forget we love you and you"ll always be in my heart.
