Early in the morning I find a newspaper on the lawn, it's called The Flying Dutchman. I show daddy. He reads it and tells me to hide it well. The English throw these papers from their planes, they contain all kinds of things that the Germans don’t want us to know. So I have something which is not allowed by Germans! I hide it under a loose shelf at the bottom of my wardrobe.Aunt Jans, my favourite aunt, was dating a German soldier. Grandpa is very cross with her and she is no longer allowed to live at home. Now we hardly ever see her anymore. I think it is very sad.

In the winter of 1943-1944 normal shoes are no longer available and almost all children in my class wear clogs. There is very little food left for sale in the shops, you need coupons for everything. Many people have a vegetable 
plot. Not everything we eat is tasty, but daddy says that in the war you must learn to eat everything.

On the 17th September American B-17 bombers accidentally drop bombs on houses a few streets away. Forty people die.