It Won't Take Long Before I Explode

In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart. I Simply Can't Build Up My Hopes On A Foundation Consisting Of Confusion, Misery And Death.

Who Else But Me Is Ever Going To Read These Letters?

When I Write I Can Shake Off All My Cares. My Sorrow Disappears, My Spirits Are Revived.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair; I Regard Our Hiding As A Dangerous Adventure, Romantic And Interesting At The Same Time. In My Diary I Treat All The Privations As Amusing. I Have Made Up My Mind Now To Lead A Different Life From Other Girls And, Later On, Different From Ordinary Housewives. My Start Has Been So Very Full Of Interest, And That Is The Sole Reason Why I Have To Laugh At The Humorous Side Of The Most Dangerous Moments.

As Long As This Exists, This Sunshine And This Cloudless Sky, And As Long As I Can Enjoy It, How Can I Be Sad?