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 Friday, 4.5.1945 I have just attended to Paul and put him to bed (he is now 81/2 months) and I'm walking around in my dressing gown and on slippers. Fred and Tine are sitting at the table. Somewhere someone yells "Hoera!" |
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"Probably someone having a birthday in the neighbourhood" I say. There are still people walking outside and it is now 9 p.m. and we have to be in at 7 o'clock (Sperrzeit as it is called), but it is not unusual in these exciting days. We came home last Wednesday at 11 p.m.... There is a man calling to Mrs. Prent downstairs: "Peace, the war is over! Yes it is really so this time!" Fred and I jump up and run down the stairs to Mrs. Prent. But she doesn't know any more than what we heard the man say. Upstairs again and I put on my dress and shoes and so the three of us venture out into the street and to the Mercatorplein. On the Plein there is a lot of activity and people are milling around, It seems really to be true that the war is over; we can hardly believe it. Young people waving red-white and blue flags come from the Jan Evertsenstraat.... There is a man who reads aloud a bulletin from the communist underground paper. He reads: "The armies in North West Germany, the Netherlands, the Friesian |
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