I Think A Lot, But

Another Fact That Doesn't Exactly Brighten Up Our Days Is That Mr. Van Maaren, The Man Who Works In The Warehouse, Is Getting Suspicious About The Annex.

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

Our Blessed Radio. It Gives Us Eyes And Ears Out Into The World. We Listen To The German Station Only For Good Music. And We Listen To The Bbc For Hope.

I Believe That In The Course Of The Next Century The Notion That It's A Woman's Duty To Have Children Will Change And Make Way For The Respect And Admiration Of All Women, Who Bear Their Burdens Without Complaint Or A Lot Of Pompous Words!