My Diary

Hence, this diary. In order to enhance in my mind eye the picture of the friend for whom I have waited so long. I don't want to set down a series of bald facts in a diary like most people do, but i want this diary itself to be my friend, and I shall call my friend Kitty. No one will grasp what I'm talking about if I begin my letters to Kitty just out of the blue, so, albeit unwillingly, I will sat by sketching in brief the story of my life.

My father was thirty-six when he married my mother, who was then twenty-five. My sister was born in 1926 in Frankfort-on-Main, I followed on June 1929, and we emigrated to Holland in 1933, where my father was appointed Managing Director of Travies N.V.

The rest of our family my family, however felt the felt the full impact of Hitler's anti-Jewish laws, so life was filled with anxiety. In 1938 my two uncles escaped to the U.S.A. My old grandmother came to us, she was then seventy-three. Granny died in January 1942, no one will ever know how much she is present is my thoughts and how much I love her still.