"A bundle of contradictions" was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one. Can you please tell me exactly what "a bundle of contradictions" is? What does "contradiction" mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within. The former means not accepting other people's opinions, always knowing best, having the last word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I'm known. The latter, for which I'm not known, is my own secret. As I've told you many times, I'm split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, a saucy joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper, and finer. No one knows Anne's better side, and that's why most people can't stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone's had enough of me to last a month. Actually, I'm what a romantic film is to a profound thinker -- a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particulary good either. I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn't I admit it when I know it's true? My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win. You can't imagine how often I've tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne - to beat her down, hide her. But it doesn't work, and I know why. I'm afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. I'm afraid they'll mock me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously, but only the "lighthearted" Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the "deeper" Anne is too weak. If I force the good Anne into the spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a clam the moment she's called upon to speak, and lets Anne number one do the talking. Before I realize it, she's disappeared. So the nice Anne is never seen in company. She's never made a single appearance, though she almost always takes the stage whem I'm alone. I know exactly how I'd like to be, how I am . . . on the inside. But unfortunately I'm only like that with myself. And perhaps that's why -- no, I'm sure that's the reason why -- I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think I'm happy on the outside. I'm guided by the pure Anne within, but on the outside I'm nothing but a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether. As I've told you, what I say is not what I feel, which is why I have a reputation for being a boy-chaser, a flirt, a smart aleck and a reader of romances. The happy-go-lucky Anne laughs, gives a flippant reply, shrugs her shoulders and pretends she couldn't care less. The quiet Anne reacts in just the opposite way.
If I'm being completely honest, I'll have to admit that it does matter to me, that I'm trying very hard to change myself, but that I'm always up against a more powerful enemy. A voice within me is sobbing, "You see, that's what's become of you. You're surrounded by negative opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people who dislike you, and all because you don't listen to the advice of your own better half."
Believe me, I'd like to listen, but it doesn't work, because if I'm quiet and serious, everyone thinks I'm putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I'm not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be ill, stuff me with asprins and sedatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can't keep it up any more, beause when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world.
Yours, Anne M. Frank-3 days later, Anne Frank was found and imprisoned. Later, she was transported to Auschwitz, then later died in Bergen-Belsen.
"...keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world."
Anne Franks last were: "If only there were no other people in the world." that may not be the exact words but very close. nobody knows her last spoken words but these are her last in her diary.
August 1, 1944
no her last diary entry was written before she was arrested
The last entry in Anne Frank's diary was an entry to Kitty, describing how she felt split in two, between the "lighthearted" Anne and the "deeper" Anne. The last line describes how she wishes she could be, if only there were no other people in the world to judge her. It was three days after that entry that Anne Frank was discovered and imprisoned in Auschwitz.
august 1, 1944
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Anne Frank's last entry was made on August 1st, 1944.
because one german guy , saw the jewish in the secret anex , than we tell the police and an frank's family went to the concentration camp
Anne's very last diary entry is August 1, 1944.
1 August 1944 was the date of her last diary entry is was 3 days before her and her family and four other friends were discovered and taken to Auschwitz(where Anne's mother died). Then to Westerbork and eventually to Bergen-Belsen where Anne and her older sister Margret both died of typhus in early March 1945.
Minutes before the Germans found out the Franks and the Van Daans were up in the Annex of Mr. Frank's office building, Anne wrote her last words in her Diary."I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are still truly good at heart" She almost always looked on the bright side of things. Her fate was ever so sad. Death a month before her concentration camp was liberated by the Americans.
Her last entry was August 1, 1944, three days before the arrest.
"Jopie" was a pseudonym Anne made up for her - in all later editions of the Diary, the pseudonyms have been dropped, and all characters are referred to by their own names. "Jopie" was - and still is- Jacqueline van Maarsen.
about her life in her hometown
world yours anne m. frank
1st march 1944 is that OK
2nd grade...hope this helps:)
The last name was the Van Daans
From what we have found in her diary, Anne Frank began writing on her thirteenth birthday, all the way untill her last entry that she wrote at the age of fifteen. So it's been figured out that Anne Frank and her family had been in hiding for three years.
Anne's maternal grandmother, whom Anne called "Oma" had been living with the Franks for the last year of her life. She died of intestinal cancer in January of 1942, and Anne sorely missed her. Even much later in the Annex, Anne still refers in her diary to how much she missed her grandmother.
Anne Frank got her famous diary for her 13th birthday on 12 June 1942 and started it that very day. She had showed it in the window of a shop only a few days before and said that she would use it for a diary even if it was an autograph book. Anne Frank keep her diary with her at all times and would later bring it to the secret annex with her. She wrote about her feelings and emotions living in the annex until the day all 8 residents were captured on the morning of 4 August 1944. Her last diary entry was on 1 August 1944.