MAY, 1944
on en boiled lettuce. Ordinary lettuce, spinac- tuce, ts all to t rotten potatoes, and you for a king!
I it finally started last Sunday.
Despite t deserted me.
As you can no doubt imagine, en say in despair, quot;s t of the war?
people live togetruction?quot;
tion is understandable, but up to noory anster airplanes and bombs and at time c neion? on t a penny is available for medical science, artists or to starve ting as of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?
I dont believe ticians and capitalists. O as guilty; otions ive urge in people, to rage, murder and kill. And until all of y, exception, undergoes a metamorpinue to be up, cultivated and gro doroyed, only to start allover again!
Ive often been do never desperate. I look upon our life in eresting adventure, full of danger and romance, and every privation as an amusing addition to my diary. Ive made up my mind to lead a different life from ot to become an ordinary er on. Im experiencing o an interesting life, and ts to laug t dangerous moments.
Im young and ies; Im young and strong and living ture; Im rig and cant spend all day complaining because its impossible to ion and strengturing, I feel liberation dray of nature and t a fascinating and amusing adventure t, why should I despair?
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
FRIDAY, MAY 5, 1944
Dear Kitty,
Fater our talk on Sunday Id stop going upstairs every evening. quot;Knutsc;* [* Nec