TUESDAY, AUGUST 1, 1944Dearest Kitty,"A bundle of tradis" was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one. you please tell me exactly what "a bundle of tradis" is? What does "tradi" mean? Like so many words, it be interpreted in two ways: a tradiposed from without and one imposed from within. The former means not accepting other peoples opinions, always knowi, having the st word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which Im known. The tter, for which Im not known, is my ow.As Ive told you many times, Im split in two. One side tains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my abthty to appreciate the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color 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 Annes better side, and thats why most people t stand me. Oh, I be an amusing for an afternoon, but after that everyones had enough of me to st a month. Actually, Im what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker -- a mere diversion, a iterlude, something that is soon fotten: not bad, but not particurly good either. I hate haVing to tell you this, but why shouldnt I admit it when I know its true? My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a mar the deeper side and therefore always win. You t imagine how ofteried to p:ush away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Ao beat her down, hide her. But it doesnt work, and I know why.Im afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. Im afraid theyll mock me, think Im ridiculous aimental and not take me seriously. Im used to not being taken seriously, but only the "lighthearted" Anne is used to it and put up with it; the "deeper" Anne is too weak. If I force the good Ao the spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a cm the moment shes called upon to speak, as Anne number one do the talking. Before I realize it, shes disappeared.So the nine is never seen in pany. Shes never made a single appearahough she almost always takes the stage when Im alone. I kly how Id like to be, how I am . . . on the inside. But unfortunately Im only like that with myself.And perhaps thats why-no, Im sure thats the reason why -- I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think Im happy oside. Im guided bythe pure Ahin, but oside Im nothing but a frolie little goat tugging at its tether.As Ive told you, what I say is not what I feel, which is why I have a reputation for being boy-crazy as well as a flirt, a smart aled a reader of romahe happy-go-lucky Anne ughs, gives a flippant reply, shrugs her shoulders and pretends she doesnt give a darn. The quiet Ans in just the opposite way. If Im being pletely ho, Ill have to admit that it does matter to me, that Im trying very hard to ge myself, but that I Im always up against a more powerful enemy.A voice within me is sobbing, "You see, thats whats bee of you. Youre surrounded by ive opinions, dismayed looks and mog faces, people, who dislike you, and all because you dont listen to the ; advice of your ower half.”Believe me, Id like ; to listen, but it doesnt work, because if Im quiet and serious, everyohinks Im putting on a new ad I have to save myself with a joke, and then Im not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be sick, stuff me with aspirins aives, feel my ned forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements ae me for being in a bad mood, until I just t keep it up anymore, because jj when everybody starts h over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside g out, the bad part oside and the good part on the inside, arying to find a way to bee what Id like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world.Yours, AnneM. Frank-----------------------ANNES DIARY ENDS HERE.-----------------------AFTERWORDOn the m of August 4, 1944, sometime between ten ahirty, a car pulled up at 263 Prinsengracht. Several figures emerged: an SS sergeant, Karl Josef Silberbauer, in full uniform, and at least three Dutch members of the Security Police, armed but in civilian clothes. Someone must have tipped them off.They arrested the eight people hiding in the Annex, as well as two of their helpers, Victler and Johannes Kleiman -- though not Miep Gies and Elisabeth (Bep)Voskuijl-and took all the valuables and cash they could find in the Annex.After the arrest, Kugler and Kleimaaken to a prison in Amsterdam. Oember 11, 1944, they were transferred, without be of a trial, to a camp in Amersfoort (Holnd). Kleiman, because of his poor health, was released oember 18, 1944. He remained in Amsterdam until his death in 1959.Kugler mao escape his impriso on March 28, 1945, when he and his fellow prisoners were beio Germany as forced borers. He immigrated to ada in 1955 and died in Toronto in 1989.Elisabeth (Bep) Voskuijl Wijk died in Amsterdam in 1983.Miep Santrouschitz Gies is still living in Amsterdam; her husband Jan died in 1993.Upon their arrest, the eight residents of the Annex were first brought to a prison in Amsterdam and then transferred to Westerbork, the transit camp for Jews in the north of Holnd. They were deported oember 3, 1944, i transport to leave Westerbork, and arrived three days ter in Auschwitz (Pond).Hermann van Pels (van Daan) was, acc to the testimony of Otto Frank, gassed to death in Auschwitz in October or November 1944, shortly before the gas chambers were dismantled.Auguste van Pels (Petronel van Daan) was transported from Auschwitz ten-Belsen, from there to Buwald, then to Theresienstadt on April 9, 1945, and apparently to another tration camp after that. It is certain that she did not survive, though the date of her death is unknower van Pels (van Daan) was forced to take part in the January 16, 1945 "death march" from Auschwitz to Mauthausen (Austria), where he died on May 5, 1945, three days before the camp was liberated.Fritz Pfeffer (Albert Dussel) died on December 20, 1944, in the Neuengamme tration camp, where he had been transferred from either Buwald or Sahauseh Frank died in Auschwitz-Birkenau on January 6, 1945, from hunger and exhaustion.Margot and Anne Fraransported from Auschwitz at the end of October andbrought ten Belsen, a tration camp near Hannermany). The typhus epidemic that broke out in the winter of 1944-1945, as a result of the horrendous hygeniditions, killed thousands of prisoners, including Margot and, a few days ter, Anne. She must have died in te February or early March. The bodies of both girls were probably dumped in Bergen-Belsens mass graves. The camp was liberated by British troops on April 12, 1945.Otto Frank was the only one of the eight to survive the tration camps. After Auschwitz was liberated by Russian troops, he was repatriated to Amsterdam by way of Odessa and Marseille. He arrived in Amsterdam on June 3, 1945, and stayed there until 1953, when he moved to Basel (Switzernd), where his sister and her family, and ter his brother, lived. He married Elfriede Markovits Geiringer, inally from Vienna, who had survived Auschwitz and lost a husband and son in Mauthausen. Until his death on August 19, 1980, Otto Frank tio live in Birsfelden, outside Basel, where he devoted himself to sharing the message of his daughters diary with people all over the world.