Here in the secret annex
Look – how a single candle can define
and yet defy the darkness
The reason I’m starting a diary is that I
have no real friend
Neither I nor anyone else,
for that matter, may be interested
in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl
It doesn’t matter. I feel like writing.
The young are not afraid of telling the truth.
But more than that, I want to draw out what lies
buried in my heart
shake off everything, vanish
my sorrows, rebirth
A new prescription for gunfire nerves:
As the shooting gets louder, make your way
to the nearest wooden staircase.
Run up and down a few times, being sure
to stumble at least once.
With all the scratches, the din of running
and falling, you won't even hear the shooting,
much less worry about it.
Yours truly has put this magic formula to use,
with tremendous success
Why is mankind so insane?
Why make enormous planes, bombs,
and pre-fabricate houses for reconstruction?
Why spend millions on the war each day,
and nothing for artists, for the poor?
Why do people starve, with mountains
of food spoiling in other parts of the world?
There is in humanity simply an urge to
destroy, an urge to kill, to murder and
Rage. Until all the world, without
exception, undergoes a transformation,
Wars will be waged, everything that has been
built up, cultivated, and grown will be
Destroyed, disfigured, after which
the world will have to begin over again
The world will keep on turning without me
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I
live or die.
Love, what is love? I don’t think you can
put it into words
I love you, with a love so great that it couldn't
keep inside my heart, but had to leap out
and reveal itself in all its magnitude
Who has inflicted this upon us?
Who has made us different from all other people?
Who has allowed us to suffer so terribly up till now?
Crying may bring relief, as long as you don't
I want to go on living even after my death
I don’t want to have lived in vain
I realize that this period of my life
has irrevocably come to a close
Let’s not talk about it anymore, but if you still
want anything please write
write because I can say what I mean
much better on paper
Paper has more patience than people
Don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty
the world gradually being turned into a wilderness.
the ever-approaching thunder, which will
the sufferings of millions and yet,
if I look up into the heavens,
- not everyone has the gift
of believing in heavenly things -
in spite of everything
I still believe
that mankind is really, at its heart,
A single candle
Here, in the secret annex
how a single candle
can defy the darkness