Dear Diary,

  

October,1,1943

Today I was scared to death because my friend Ellen and I got stopped by the solder’s that are on the street of Osterbrogade.

   

             The tall one I call “the Giraffe” because of his height and the long neck he has. They told us to “halte!” and we stopped. They asked me if I’m a good student  than “What is your name” same thing as my friend Ellen.Then one of the  solder grabbed kirsti’s hair and kirsti slapped his hand and in my mind I thought she was going to get shot but the solder’s just laughed and said”She is pretty like my own little girl.

  I convenced my mom that nothing happen and I felt bad because I lied to her.   

                           Talk to you later,

                            

                          Annemarie