Freitag, 17. Oktober 2003
Heute zum Gedenken an
beyondme, 03:01h
don’t want to die; I want to live even if it means that I’ll be the only person here
allowed to stay. I would wait for the end of the war in some cellar, or on the
roof, or in some secret cranny. I would even let the cross-eyed gendarme, the
one who took our flour away from us, kiss me, just as long as they didn’t kill
me, only that they should let me live.
Now I see that friendly gendarme has let Mariska come in. I can’t write
anymore, dear diary, the tears run from my eyes, I’m hurrying over to Mariska… (End of diary)
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