We All Live With The

I Simply Can't Imagine The World Will Ever Be Normal Again For Us. I Do Talk About "after The War," But It's As If I'm Talking About A Castle In The Air, Something That Can Never Come True.

I Want To Go On Living Even After Death!

We Aren't Allowed To Have Any Opinions. People Can Tell You To Keep Your Mouth Shut, But It Doesn't Stop You Having Your Own Opinion. Even If People Are Still Very Young, They Shouldn't Be Prevented From Saying What They Think.

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

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.