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I am the native of France, which is from Germany to Germany. Because there is no way out. It is a kind of road on the road, on the road on the road, on the road, on the road, on the dead, on the end. I visit my visit to 76 people, who did not know that they could haveู a death case I came out from. are abandoned or have been left in Europe. But 42 people have said or written on it,

what they know from Anne Frank. There are spurns, spurns, little stories, memories like wounds. We call more than the shadow of our people, if we call a Francois to speak, we will confirm a legend. Anne Frank is in this direction, which is from the statement of my 42-year-old son, a dirty, un-fearful role of playing games, with Anne Frank from the diary, with Anne as she is in the evening, somewhere in the world, where the stage is starting to start, to create a sense of the ordinary coolness of her past, with a different face in every theater, but everywhere, with the same un-evident power to seek home. Here, from a child, she has been given a sense of how un-evidently she is. From a child, how many thousands of people have been brought to her. Anne Frank was not a Wonderkin, she had read a diary,

and she had wished her death to survive. That is the call, to be taken care of, as she heard all day long. She had the legend of Anne, to see that she really survived, much more than she ever lived. She was shocked in the heart. I went to the search for the traces of Anne Frank's past, I spoke to her father. Otto Frank was a very grown man, he had survived the consequences, but he made the evil and evil to talk about it. Because he lost more than with the bliss, life and survival to win. Otto Frank was from his old, German-Yodic family, and he was born in Frankfurt. In the first world war he was from the US, he had lived with the great prince of the village of Kamprey. He was imprisoned in the field. After the war, he was born in Frankfurt as a merchant, and he was divided into the young Editholenders from the Ahren.

She became two children, Margaret and Anne. Anne was born in 1929. Otto Frank had told me about his relationship with Germany or us, with no word of word. I don't think he wanted to tell me that much more than he did. He was born in Yodic and German, and as long as he was in his place and he was able to be a German, he felt secure as a German. He said, I can't be a child in my youth, to be a child of this age. I don't get war. However, my company chef, a democratic man, did not have a job, or a job, I met him later as a lieutenant in the night. I was only a teacher at the German army. I saw the German army from my village.

The war was dangerous in 1944. And this German was a long time later at the Gestapo. Franks had lost in 1933 from the National Socialist Regiment in order to not give up Jewish children and not go to school together. And so he started to go. Franks went to Ramsterdam, where Otto Franks and the difficult world had a new existence of the German army of the German army in his diary. I can't tell you all my doubts about my 42-year-old son, who was not aware of it. It's too short. They allow me to express my doubts to Frankfurt and Amsterdamer friends who were told about the childhood and youth of Franks, who were taught to teach

to the German army. They were Turkish, hella, from nothing, from no sign of the history of the story. They broke up as a German army in the Netherlands. Franks were curious about the friends. They believed that they had been in the Swiss. That they were in war and the French were only very few. 25 months ago, Franks was hiding and in this time he wrote his diary, this un-scientific diary to a dream of a famous friend, Kitty, who lived in the blue. Imagine, how interesting it would be if I would be from behind a Roman from behind. It would be more Ruthen compared to Sou sea.

Strongly experienced during theckaட, the adult whSh공ale hidden in the Amazon. No one thinks they know what their concluding leaders and minds have to discover that they are and we will live and speak and eat. The child is six of seven people, who were together, and there are still six million others, and we knew, but we were able to write or knew, but we didn't believe what we knew. And now we eat and eat and talk. The child is seven million. And now we eat and talk.

Anna wrote in her diary. Our mistake is the boss of the father. Father had no personal problems. Krala, Herkobhois, Mieb and Ella Fossen. The ladies are the ladies and the ladies are the ladies. They know that we are coming. After the appearance of Otto Frank's chief manager, the boss of the village is living in Canada. He wrote to me. But Mieb and Ella and Krala Fossen spoke. I am sure that we were able to sit together for a while, because Anna was from France, the day after the birth. I don't know how many people there are, who have the wonderful story to watch themselves on the stage. But they are certainly not more than a couple of people. And here three of them were from Ella and Mieb, who are the faces of the day,

who are the faces of the day, and Krala Fossen is the one who is the best. Mieb is a young, intelligent, and still a young woman. Ella is now a young, Dutch mother, who has never been a young, a white man. He is not a man from the slaughter of the dogs. He is a big brother. But he was a dog, a dog from the village. He said to me. I came to France in 1923. In 1933, I was in his new Amsterdam company. In 1941, I was named in his position, the chief's office. Otherwise, he would have been a slave to the Jewish company. Then in the year when he was in the village of the Amsterdam, he said to me, to France and her, who were in the same farm,

it would be a time to look around. I looked at the background of our chief's house. It was only assumed that the laboratorium was used in the active archive. Then, he was in the front yard of the house. There were many difficulties for Jews to be taken to the streets or to transport the street. We created a few furniture pieces in the back. Mieb said that. He was born in France. He was born in the Jewish farm when he was born. He was born from the farmer. He didn't show his feelings. He was able to make his own camp with his own hands. A very simple art. Suddenly, a sun-handsome, a French man called me. It was a post-culture event that was on the ground to report a visit to the Jewish farm in Montag. We knew what we were going to do. Where he could have been.

In the North Sea and Germany. We knew that the central station of the SS was under arrest. We said that we had no time to wait. The house in the Prince's yard, 213, 16, Amsterdam. It was a narrow old-school house. This week, at Wands & Albertsons, USDA Choice Tri-Tip Rose untrimmed are 599 per pound. The 4 rows with membership were applicable. And medium-ripe Hassovacados are 99 cents each, with membership were applicable. Plus Kellogg's cereals 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or peppered farm goldfish, 5.9 to 8 ounces are 199 each when you buy 3. Limit 3 offers with membership were applicable. Visit Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. How do you stay in the Amsterdam old town? I was in this house. The whole lab of small-scale corridors,

red-skinned and magazines. Everything is now empty. It has been many years. But then... From the long corridor in the first block a wooden staircase leads to a square. The right door to the back. No one could move. The roof is not the same as the one you had in this door. Only the chimneys are connected to the door. I went to the house. I found a few small rooms and connections. I found a few small rooms and connections. After 10 years of existence and failure. I only found two rooms from Anne Frank. Next door to Anne's small room a square on the roof of the window. Next door is A42. Anne had a December 42 in her room. She was 2 years old, a meter and 55 cm tall.

The other door, a bed, a light blue light on the floor. The house was a school from Hamburg. They were put in there. From Anne's window you can see the houses standing in the house. In one of them the tenor was used. The owner was used to look at his old, poor patient. On the right side of the house you can see the back window a house in which the door was used. The man wrote me, I think, so am I. And then a friend in Paris wrote from this house. There is another country where you enjoy freedom so much as here. Anne, who looked from her narrow window in the same height, wrote a diary. I see a piece of the blue sky.

You can see the brown castanian tree on the small little drop-suit. And the mules, which are like silver. And she wrote, many people love nature. Many sleep in the cold, many start to sleep. But few are as close as I am with her watch. And she wrote, as long as there is still that. And the sun is shining. And the sun is shining. As long as I can still experience that, I can not be sad. Over the 25 months, my friends who were hiding in this house are all in a diary.

My viewers are not in the mood to make the picture clear. But they show me their frame. Eight people lived in this day. They lived illegally. Or exactly, they lived, but life was illegal. The schiksaal had this eight people from the world and freedom. Or it was like we started. Because our freedom with itself was not enough. A pregnant animal was born two years ago from Anne Frank. Here the border guards who were able to find the secret connection of this animal. We have had a lot of worries. Anne didn't know anything. Our company was used as an illegal company to keep

the victims. Then one day a man came to the house and said, we only had the house to sell the idea. He bought it and bought it with a German-speaking interest. I had to take you home. As the father of the door to the back of the house said, I could not find the key to the door. But he did not see anything special. The visitors really gave themselves to be happy and forget that. Then our warehouse was empty. We were engaged in a new, he said, he was taken from the front line, on training and playing around the house. And from now on, there were people who knew the secret and who had to be killed before that. But the hardest thing was to try to avoid these eight people with close-ups. We bought rations and cars on the black market as long as our money was enough.

They needed a lot of bread. Then I went to a bakery that I still knew very well. I said to the bread, I needed a lot of bread. The bakery told us that he would hear the question. But he had more bread, two years ago. The company said that. A cartofel and a vegetable was sold at our vegetable man on the corner of the street. And then she wrote to others. Today, in the morning, you had a vegetable man. I visited this vegetable man. And his wife cooked us coffee. He was a great, powerful man, who was 50 years old, with great hands and a mighty sword. A farmer in the city. When the boss had to ask my wife, I was the whole day with my wife on the way. Every morning, someone had a zettel with address. And there I had a message to my wife. I didn't get to see her.

I just ordered the packages to the house. She didn't forget that they were not only Jews who had to stop them. Many people had the reason to lose their way. We were convinced of the relationship with her. I and 105 friends, who didn't close up to her group. Sometimes we also had a place to stay. I saw her, but I never asked her where she needed the vegetable. She didn't ask much. I didn't know her at all. We had enough to bring ourselves to my wife. We had a Jewish family. Until April 1944, someone had a connection with her and the 105 friends. She was married. Then in the construction camp, in Oranjenburg, in Großroßen, Dora was in Norteil and she lived in Winslebenamsee. She was shot by a cat-set.

But when she was transported to Dora, she was sent to the three thousand men, who were on the way for two thousand seven hundred. We had to go back. We had to go back to Dora and four others, from which 105 were taken. I was fired, and I was hit by a door. She had two legs in her front, on the journey of Großroßen in Schlesien, to Dora, that she was still in the heart. She said, in the first time, we were afraid that the police could find our way. But as the month of March, the first year and the second year, and as the news of the invasion came, we hoped that we could reach the last stop, that we could break out of the house, and we could drive the road out.

The house was old, many also, and at night the refugees were fighting over our roof. The house was shaking and beating, and the soldiers of the flat-battery. She was scared to go out. She was scared to go out. She just woke up, when I saw her in the bed. Under the stories that didn't exist in the diary, I found one of those notes written. She was scared. It was a terrible time I had been through. I was so worried about the war. Nobody knew if it would be the next hour of life. I lived with my parents in the city, but we expected that we would evacuate or fly. The days were full of cannons, and the shooting was over. The nights were full of secretaries, and the noises that came from the deep. In the evening, when the shooting was a little late,

I had tried to sleep. We were all scared by two terrible explosions. We were jumping on, and we were on the corridor. The people were all scared. The people were screaming in the streets, and the people were screaming from a fire-like cloud. Anne told her to keep quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet. She was scared to go out, and she woke up, and she was scared to go out. She was scared to go out, and she was scared to go out. And I sat down and left my bed, saying to her and actually let her sleep. And they called and turned the door to me. She said,

I was sleeping. Then I got to talk to Auntie Albanzene, USDH-OIST tritip roast untrimmed are 599 per pound, limit 4 roasts with membership wear applicable, and medium-ripe hassovacados are 99 cents each, with membership wear applicable. Plus Kellogg cereals 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or peppered farm goldfish, 5.98 ounces are 1909 each when you buy three, limit 3 offers with membership wear applicable. Visit vansoralbertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. I was not supposed to do this now, but my thoughts always refer to the wonderful feeling that I was in the night when I was alone in the grass, and with the high black swan, and I was not afraid anymore. Now, where the war is long before, I know how it is, that under this sky my fear is lost. At that time I was convinced that the fear did not help

me, as I was at that time, that I was able to see the nature best. And to see that God is much closer to us than most people. If we were in the back home, this story was known. Her brother had told us, that we have read a few of your books in a few days, I have known some of your stories, but this one is not. Also, her co-poss, she had two or three stories in her mouth. And Mieb said to me, One day I came back home, it was in the afternoon, and Anna said, alone in the table and writing. She wrote a book in a box, as we had in the office. She made the book immediately and he wrote it. In this moment, a woman came to the hospital and said, we have a daughter who writes, did you not know that? And she said, in a tone in the table, and loneliness and sadness, that this child was writing.

And I stood before her and said, the child and the mother and said, oh, I don't know. But I had known it. But I had known it. Ellie, but, Anna came to the next meeting in this time. It was only eight years or nine, she was an elder. So I left the table, and found many places that Anna once read me once. But something she told me, you don't even stand in the table. She said to me, that she saw her mother after her death. Her little sister. She was home after her pregnancy. Sometimes she was stronger, sometimes weaker. But she was always there. Anna had a lot of trust in the future. She had no place to sit in the table. She once read me once. She had a lot of trust in the future. Or she had no place to sit in the table. So I read her story once again.

She said, can you not be convinced that she is being pressed? Anna asked me, if she really wanted to be written. Anna said, yes. No, no. And she said, yes. She was suddenly stressed. No, I want to have high rates and many children. What do we have for the plane? What are the people? Coupois, Krala, Mip, Ellie? Anna said, the Dutch people were sad and angry. And they could be incredibly again. But Mip was no Dutchman. She was born in Vienna. And Krala was born in Austria. And Austria was born in Germany. They were exactly as much or less German as the higher-est and less-policeyführer in the Netherlands.

Or as the German army was in the back, or as Hitler, or the police force, the French later defeated. They all stood out from Austria. The Schattenlinie was not in the nation. They walked through the fields, through the German people. When they were also there, the power had still had to be turned into a ghost. France had left their friends Mip, Ellie, Krala and Coupois. What these four people did with them, they didn't say. Mip and her husband told me, they would spend a night in the back of the house, because the children wanted to visit again. When they told me, Ellie, that she slept in a night in the night, in October 1943. The eight people were sitting in the bed. But she didn't have any eyes.

She was scared. But I was lucky. It was no alarm in the night. The smell of the smell, until the smell. And all of them were not allowed to eat the smell of the smell. The house was knocked down. In the walls and all the walls. Then a window was out of the tree. Then the car was completely turned into a ghost. Then the car came down. Then they finally looked at the bridge of the prince. And I knew, now it's over. But they were suddenly talking about the room, where it was in the window. It was snoring and clicking. Then the clock turned on, and one more time. And it was half. Then the car was about half an hour later. The car was again.

There was three fours. And how many fours had a night? At the same time the sleep did not wait. Because if you wait, the room is not even more. And that's fours, we were in the dark. The black and the bigger and the more black. And the car came back and the house was half. And then the door was knocked down. Ellie, were we sleeping on the next day? I came to my work and I stayed in the evening longer in the room than the others. There was the door open, the door was opened, the door was opened. She flew away. She had slept on her good day. She was sleeping. She knew the tooth reader. Because she went away? I told her, she has been looking for a long time. There on 10 days I went through the big office.

I didn't see anyone from the street. She said that she was behind the gardens and later I saw a little girl. And my street. A snake eye. What happened between the two of them? In the Netherlands, in the world, which was covered with their slingshot, it was hard to explain and hardly believe. I will give you a few documents in the right place, which I found in Amsterdam in the right place. The next letter, the highest SS police officer in the Netherlands, Rauder 1942,

a former officer. I find a connection between the connections of Jews. Until now, we have connected the street to the Mautehausen, together with 20,000 Jews to Auschwitz in March. In the whole Netherlands, about 120,000 Jews to the connection. In 2012, when we Gloria, we had numerous local router and user wallet. Later, we either belang basically in some interventions again. In February 1941, the people reached their heights. More than 100,000 people were deported to Holland and after the deportation.

The rauter of the SS-Führer in Niederland was fired by his SS, with following the attack on his daughters. It is a crime that Jews are so fast as possible to get away. It is not a good task, it is a great job. We have not prepared it and we can not take the time to take humanism. And the SS and their helpers are doing their job. In the archive of the Amsterdam-Rachs Institutes, many of the refugees from this action are involved. They are from the cities of Germany, propaganda departments. You see Jews all over the city in the cities, in the Państ 웃, too. You sit on thelicts, with about 100 survivors, vast distances with진 forces in families with the moje

despite laws of表 clear authority. They are under ISIS and under ISIS Chopin- along the way. In the German Commandant's office he ordered the decline at the Europe Polish Judate and we had to stop the holy matter until thelüssing of the Judancial Report. We were bonsaber apart but often, in fact... which was a very interesting study in the script of deου promotion newspaper for Original The Suтор of the Miracles The most remarkable art of natural memory born in 1942 is a swab of stabbing positivism The Venus squads in straits and the molecules of metal human rights

차 the protocol of this seat was carried out in all institutions. As with this corresponding treatment of Jews in Meydernäck and Auschwitz finally went on, there is a diary on the conclusion that a Dr. Kramer, a professor of university Münster and SS officer at the Hauptmannsranger over his open-top in Auschwitz in September 1942 in Auschwitz September 1942. At the first time three were in the area of Sonderakts in comparison to the Höllhe von Danta as a Commoldier. September 5. Today, in the area of Sonderakts the woman Dr. Tilo had a right when he said the evening was

8 times in the Sonderakts in Holland. September 7. Today, we have a busy lunch in the morning, a half-dry with potatoes and red beans and a sweet vanilla ice. The evening was 8 times outside of a Sonderakts September 9. The evening was in the Sonderakts 4 times. How many doppelgängers did I have in the world? This last question of the professor was surprised in this togetherness. It is also difficult to answer. Only it was not known. And in this way in our middle in our field and in our time. In such situations and protocols and sights in the day of the book and in such situations.

I have had a couple of and Mieb asked what all of them had been discovered in the back of the house. Mieb said we have been killed. We have not been killed. We have not been killed. We have tried to persuade to makerocks. but it is that the imes of the stone were escorted to the house. Some голов ges were held in some debris that Hess gave and cadaver was tied up. Anna had once been out of the street two years ago, seeing her with me through the garden garden.

And there was no Jews on the street, who would not be able to see anything. The first imaging precise what happened in the 1970s, when in Macau it was incredibly dramatic, while it turned set it off at the stage. That would not be unbelievable. What had happened yesterday was kept and how was it? That day in any other world. Because in reality she did as it was necessary. She had lost her faith and pride. 何 copies he said to me. It was ammable, an outstanding team.

MEBGE and I worked in the office, Sony Schien, The machine from the trees, the water from the garden, there was a cellar, a citadel on the roof of the office, on the walls. Otto Frank told me that it was half 11. I was at Peter's upstairs and was working at school with him. Ellie said that... I was doing the same tasks in the post-book. He had his car before. I thought it would be his. He often came to visit. But... It was now to hear that there were several people. Miebzakt. She went to the corridor for a long time and then the connection door to a Carlos Büro and his dicker man stepped in his head and said, calm down. Sit down. I was shocked and knew it was not. But then I knew it. Her body was told. I heard her, in the magazine room, the machine. The head of the dicker man was the first thing I said.

Then the door was on and I said, before Carlos stood in one hand. When Carlos held the head, the man stood in the middle of the door. The dicker man came in and said, where are we? She stayed here three times. He was in the basement. It was a beautiful summer day. There was a black-and-white man from the German police, who was in the hospital with three Dutch civilians. He was sent to see our camp. I opened the door. But as I saw the missing man, he went to the corridor and took me with him. At the end of the corridor, he took his wallet and the missing man took me to the bus stop. But that was just the case. He was killed, then he knew everything. He almost took the gun and went to the hospital. They took the door to the back. He took me to the bus stop and then I felt the gun. I went to the hospital room, the woman stood in the table.

I could only say to the staff, where is she? She didn't say anything. She said nothing. Ode Frank, where are you? I told Peter the missing man in his dick. When someone was in the door, a man stood in front of us with a gun. The man took the gun. Peter and I were holding the gun. We had to go inside and inside. We were all together and stood there with a holding gun. And with the gun, a green police officer had to take our face. The name of the green police officer had a miep later. He was the regular reporter in FilmstSabester Drupt. The prisoners began axching his coronation no matter what it was,

檢 Prosecutors came andMr. delabors his g femhs and went to ENSTONiatos and they explained how you took them to a Dead Sea and he was perhaps a lot in court. He admitted with their rights Now you may see that this letter is known that's law in Guinness in Germany. Every subsequent issue was believing that the war comes only to ends, Jan Dunkellers, the Americanone War in Normandy, not long ago there was a Chong Montrealre-de-Lu right chairman and a French- картine-nure. The青éin-Thinkland Warfare theorist appeared crispy next to Patton, Since the day when Anne wrote her book in her diary. So we leave through the strange rules. When we arrived in the house, we quickly went to the top. She closed the door behind us and we were there.

25 months ago there was no way. She was in a hurry. And before 8 weeks, Anne wrote. Maybe Margot could go to school in September or October. But now she was standing before us. I had not imagined a moment like it would be. It was not to think. But now she was standing there. She asked me where are your words? I showed her on the bench. She went and took the cassette out. Then she said to the doctor in the diary. She said everything was going to be in the whole house. And Anne's papers, hefts and setters were stored on the bench. Then she said to the doctor in the diary and said, we are done. We went to the office to get our backpack. But the police are still standing before the bedman.

They started on the boxes that stood there. And the doctor said, how come they came to this box? It was a grey box, as we all had at first war. On the cover stood, people were in the order of Otto Frank. I said, it's my box. Why? I was in the office. That's the nonsense, the unthinkable man. He stood on me and said, why didn't you get it? You would have told him, but you would have come to the Resinstadt. I swear. He said, the Resinstadt seems to be a dangerous person. And I said nothing. He was just on it. But he suddenly looked at me. And with a shot with the head, he stood on the bench. In his memories he stood on the bench. And if he was a thief, he would even lie to the handman. Then he suddenly stood on the bench, and the door was open. And at the same time, he would go down the edge, and then he would take the time.

And that would be us, as we are agents. A group of people said, It took a long time. The man had the office and I was alone with Elion Mieb. He said, what should be the reason for him? I said, Mieb, you should go away. But Mieb said, you want to stay. But Elie stood on the bench and ran the hand. And my God, she was still a child in this room. And I said to my briefcase, you bring her to the drugstore on the corner. I said to my brother, I would get up. She called the bag so fast and I didn't think. If she let her go, I would have saved her. And Mieb said, you have to know what you are doing. You take the house key, you are going to stay outside. You can't touch us. You are going to cut everything. You are going to cut everything. Mieb said. She was already in a house for an hour. Once again, a civilist came in. She was a stroller. And from my desk, she was from her service center.

She ordered a car. But a big thing was that. Then she said, the voice in the phone, something, and the man said, yes, and good and forget about us. We were alone again. Her copoist gave me the key and I wrote it in my desk. But I couldn't go away. I think I couldn't go away. She said, you see, we need more time than we need. We didn't have much to take. Once we came to me and I said, no, you don't take that. You can take it with you. And she was shocked, because she was very quiet and fast. She was just so neither sad. Maybe she thought that she didn't go to the bank and she had to pay the rent for the house. Maybe she was scared that everything would be fine. And so she went in and out. And she didn't have a look on her diary. Meep. And I heard she went.

First she went to the corridor and then the stairs in the house. And there were stifles to hear and light steps and then the whole light of Anna. She had the passion of going so very far in all this time. And then she was so happy. That you just heard it when you knew it was her. Thanks. Our two campers stood in the house floor as we can. M and the other. But I didn't see it. And I saw the room in the face only like glass layers that didn't move. I was driving on the first floor, and I was also driving on the first floor. The people stood and looked at each other. I was sitting on the bench in the dark. The children came in and the women. And I wanted to say something, but the club just took us to the west of the tower. Meep said. I can't say how late it was. It was about a month ago. I said, Krala and Copo is with me.

Now I'm alone in the house. I sat on my desk and thought, oh God. After a while, the stairs were on the way to the office. And what do I do with you now? I'm afraid of German, and I said, they're not the same. They were all the same. I heard what I was saying. I'm also afraid of them. And I showed them my card. And you didn't send this youth message to help me. And he was on the card and said, I want to know what to say. I let you go. But as a personal sympathy, not anything else. And the stairs were on the way and the door was on the way. So the milk glass would be broken. I was on the window and my father's house with his downstairs. He was a piece of shit because the prince was in the middle of the road. But on the corner of the corner, he was on the way. Copo's friends, Krala and their eight Jewish friends,

were in the Gestapo headquarters. For Copo's and Krala, it was a pleasure that you would write in 1944 and not in 1943 or 1942. The war was decided. And if this Tatsache also had the respect of the Gestapo for human rights, the people had been killed, it was just that it wouldn't be clear what you would be in the future. And in the stories of these people, the five years ago, the German people in Holland represented the first and the first people who were un-significant. You would call them in a hat, but when Copo was sick, he was on the way to the red cross. Krala was not the death of the camp at Mauthausen. It was still a year ago that it would have been completely understandable. But you would press him in a forced labor camp at Zwole. If that was a chance, a 30-minute spring arrival would be on the line,

Rudent's land would be pressed thôiumhek Dude. The head of the army in Paris could be in Christ. It would be taken no space. You would jump and be on the roadisseurs, if you already had a licence for a international exchange certain times. We had to be together. We had a little brother with us. We knew each other, but we were together as a couple. We were still together. That was often our happiness. One was not from the window to bring out the sun, there were waves, waves, villages, floods, everything was not seen for two years and now it was like freedom. Do you understand that? You do not know how your journey has come. Ellie believes that the Lagerhalter M. she has been saved. But her friend and her

over-life friends do not like to talk about this point. It was our shiqsaal, say she. And if someone has saved us, it is our shiqsaal to be saved. I did not try to talk about the Lagerhalter M. Maybe it would have been enough to find it. But she already had a right to say something and it was nothing to prove what she had to answer. I did not have this green police officer also. What he said, we would like to call him Silbert Talern, although his real name was a little accidentally. So we had my Zeugen told him what his personal opinion is exactly. He was at very strong minuages. I said that he could go to the Strasse all over the place. A dried rose is a dreaming. On his conscience it was a Jovorial man. But he was not

as again, just this Jovoriality. Maybe he is speeding us up. If you can't show it, you can be there. And one river in Malderzwischen... He had his own field. It was so close that Silbert Tala had less unity with the professor of the Moon, which was after the attack of the Swiss, where he thought of how many double-gängers he had in the world. Silbert Tala had countless double-gängers, like and in the schick-sal. He was a man of the older years, who had to take a landing shot, to the police and to the people's village. And as a policeman, there were many other, even so loyal, so kind family-like veterans, who were sent to the final battle. On the photographs that the Hollander showed me, I saw them again. The Hollander took the green ones and they didn't forget about them today. But they were very comfortable in the neighborhood,

and you had a very comfortable German police uniform. And so the Karabiner in the evening, some good day was too much, but the criminals were coming, holding the Jews from the houses, and they were shooting the streets and they were fighting against the Guiderbahnhof. On the field. Mieb, Ellie, Copaus, Krala, the guy who was on the corner, he had no idea what they did. Silberthaler, but he had his own fault. Without this fault, you would have a illusory question. Even the generals said, yes, that they had their fault, and now a very comfortable man. We could ask ourselves, we didn't have any fault, and we didn't have any fault. And it was our duty to have our fault when they were pleasant, or it wasn't just our duty. Mieb, Ellie, Copaus, Krala,

you are also a very comfortable man. You are completely free, because the question is, what is that? A very comfortable man. And were we perhaps not a very comfortable man in comparison to him? But, on this question, Silberthaler probably didn't answer. Or should I ask you, did you not say that he was this child? No, I didn't. Mrs. De Wieck from Appeldorn had a man and her daughter in Gelderland in her daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter. 464 days later,

they had a housewife on the roof of the building. Then they would be moved. The SS listened and was able to handle their man. Mrs. De Wieck was opened up at the door, and she and her daughter Judith came to the Resian city, a foreman, as she said, when she used to speak other Jews. But she said in her fear. I don't know. I don't know if she was dead. The SS officer answered that she was not dead. She knew that. Maybe she was dead. But she forgot about us. The SS officer came to her, and said, the English headman also heard her. I have met Mrs. De Wieck in Appeldorn, and she told me. We were the third or the fourth night in the state of Westenburg. It was a place where new things came. We let everything be and lie, and in the night we thought, we don't let anyone in front of us and not let anyone in front of us.

Because if we hadn't seen her for a year, we thought that Elend would have been a big part of us. The new state was in a long journey on the Appelplatz and Jews were next to me and I was scared of them for 15 years, because they were still a child. And I thought, there is no less of his friends than him. I was the new state of the old state before I was here. Jews were there. In the area, these eight people were standing with faces, and they knew how to help. They were hiding for a year. And they were talking to each other. And I said to them, look, you are your friends for me. It was a Sunday afternoon when Mrs. De Wieck in Appeldorn visited. She was a nice and lively woman, and she was fully friendly to me. She lives alone now.

The man came up and the end of the war in a munitions factory in the Czech Republic was surrounded by a fire and now it was different. Mrs. De Wieck said, I saw a French Peter from there every day. It was beautiful. So I was struck by Peter and I often asked if he was happy. She was happy in Westburg, when it came to be a threat. We didn't have a good place. She didn't know that. She didn't know that. She still had to go to Poland and take us through. At the worst, I was like, if we were in Appeldorn. We stood in a row and I had to look at the ground. I said, our school in five rows. The school was in the middle of the 9th. And the school was still very old. And the school was already in the middle of the year. It was dark. I was driving and I was driving.

When the oil comes, it gets from the bottom. Sometimes we hear about the North. I don't know how they came to the camp. Because there was no radio. But it was Paris. In September 3, a week later, the Americans reached the German border. There was no more rescue for us. On September 2, we were told that the morning was already late. It was all the last transport. They let us go. How we later got out. In the night we packed our bags and the morning they took us to the wagons. When the train arrived, we were already in Germany. It was a bit broken and we were not allowed to go to the wagons. But we didn't know where we were. It was dark and dark. We were still in Germany. When the train arrived, some people were going to the door and they were going to their bags. We had to take our money and our worth.

So it was late and day and night. The children were sitting together in the wagons. We heard them talking. Sometimes they were sure they were going to the train. We were looking at the wind. They were out of the ring. And when the train arrived, they were born. It was in Brazil, right? In Asia, we didn't know where we were. We had to go to East. I was taking my man to a church that was tied to every stone. It was the third day of the day. My hand told me, thank you for the wonderful life we had. I know that the handbag is still there. But I was very happy to see my handbag again. And I always told him, thank you for the life I had.

I didn't let him see my handbag anymore. We were in the third night, that the train was going to be closed. The first thing we saw from the Swiss was the grey-nosed Scheinwerfer, who was on the train. They were leaving the car bus, and behind him they were sending the SS officer to the Scheinwerfer. They were sleeping and cutting and had a big dog. A dog was lying on the ground and being a teacher. The SS people who had our train been connected had taken the dog out of the ring and took it out of the ring and took it out of the ring and put it on the head. The women in the left and right, and I said, how they were taken away from France, Peter and the others. I didn't see my husband anymore. The officer was again writing for the children and the cranks were standing in the back of the carriage and it was a long time to go to the women's camp.

We could see the big carriage. They were with red-cold goods, but we had no choice to reach them. The people were sad as they were afraid. Nobody had taken away too much. The wagons were not far away. From which the women were not taken away and no one had seen me from them. And the other said, the women were afraid. Today all the people knew what was going on. But one of them was a white horse. And when I say, believe me, there was no 50 km from the left and right to the back of the carriage. That was the second German big city. Then they said, they didn't hear you, but that's what God knows. We stayed together. I was with Judy together until she was 27 October after the wedding. And with Marc and Anne Frank. Until she swam three days later. And with women until her death.

From our men I saw only Anne Frank again. After the wedding in a school in Katowice. She said, only in a school, she said to her children, I don't know. And Anne said, it's her wife. She didn't have a wife. She had her face turned away and then she moved. I don't know which movement it was, but I think it was the head of the school. The woman speaks German well. Sometimes she needs an unusual word, but she doesn't do it. With her it's also an unusual word. What she says, but it doesn't work out. It's just new and how un-appointed. And then she has the first, very tired skin. She tells me of a brand in the store. I think now that the night was in the house that crematorium three in the brand and to revolt. But then she didn't know what it was.

She says, the night of the baracco, the high and the high fire. And they were afraid of all the women and children and were beaten in the different languages that were spoken in the baracco. And every beat to her own god, it's still his blood. That can't come, and no func, otherwise they would have to burn them. And the god, the different god in the baracco, had heard it. And when I saw it, it was blood in the air. The woman was very nervous. Is that the German word? Yes, it's a German word. Blood in the air. I understand it well. And sometimes she used to say why not new but the tired skin woke her up as a new language. I wanted to stay alive, but at the end I was scared. And in the baracco,

I said, the woman was going back and she was going to hit me. She was very weak and not too strong. What she had to eat was for her husband, her arm was so thick and she was covered in blood. I said, how strong you are, without being afraid. And I thought, you're dead now. But the Polish doctor said to me, she's already made it. She still has her face. She said, the woman is waiting for her. She had the language of the doctor not very well and wanted to know if I understood. But I didn't answer her. I saw the photographs of the rats and the paintings from the cats. I said, that's a lot of the paintings and their faces were lost. And so the photographs were taken from the propaganda reporters. And they stood there with the red arms and they lay on the knees

and the pigs and the spectators said, look at the animals. Some really had no human face. That's true. And in the newspapers, the muslim men were very strange. But in the forest, they were like wild animals and they didn't belong to the world. They were already on the back with their grey face, with their fallen skin. I think now that the English grey and ugly are when they appear and the flies are only too thoughtable. The woman said, I don't know if it's true, but I could say Anna had her face to the end. Actually, I can't really remember when she was still a little older than me because we were at the art gallery because the women needed three primers

and red-distance paintings in the U-Booten. But now, the beauty of her face was only in the eye, the most beautiful maguars she had. And she was the same until the end. What did she call her? Well, we say, and nothing is going on. That's the crematorium in the flames to the sky. Who would look at it? And if it's in the nightclub instead of the block-spares, and we know now they are selected and forgotten that we could come to us. We were already much further. We ran when the carpets quickly ran and we slept with our dead people so that we could get the gold-stimmed when we came back from work. We saw and heard that everything was coming. And something was heard to us to see. But it was without protection to the end.

I see you still in the door, and on the Lagerstraße, as a young man, he was born with the crematorium and his head and his head. She was also in the Hungarian children who had already been waiting for the gas station for half a day before the gas station was still there. And then, she told me she was the eye. She was and she couldn't know how early the most of us were in the end of our training. Then we came out of the house. It went very fast and then, on October 30, there was a selection. We had to wait on the Appellplatz and then then we went to the barack and there was a sign of the gas station. Before us, her wife was 60, but she said

she was 40, and she went with her children. Then I was not doing it. After 10 years, she was in the house, I never had a chance to get to the old house. Mrs. Frank came to us. Then they came, they were on the train, and Margaret and Anna had even under the sign of the gas station. And then she stood in the corner and took a call in the light. And Anna sat with her ungrateful face and then she had to go. What was behind the sign was not to see me. And Mrs. Frank wrote, the children, oh God! Renate Lang, who lives today,

says, I didn't know Anna Frank either. Although I was in October 1944, my sister, from Auschwitz to Belsen, was often in the same way. We spoke German and understood it. In Belsen we only had less German understood. It is also possible that we lived in the same bar and slept. Maybe there was a straw but, believe it, in Belsen someone asked who you were. There was no identity anymore. Only unhide and together there was. And, that you lived, was a almost overwhelming fear. But I can say we, as a human from 1516 years in Belsen, was, because my sister and I were both in the same age. In Auschwitz you could live, until you were moved. But in Belsen you could not live for so long. The law

was to be called the big part of the tent. That is why we were very happy. Like a huge circus in the middle of the Lüneburg and the wind and the wood were nice, like a blue carpet. But in the third night we had a storm. The tent was torn and flew away. The heavy walls were on our way. We slept in the next time we were free. So our Belsen began. We didn't need to work here. First later we had to transport light. We had a windmaker with which we should be together. And so we were in the burning place where they were sent down. And then a layer. Then a layer. Then a layer.

Then a layer. Then a layer. And then the light. Then the wall was cut off. Understand me. We also had a fantastic organized glitz-sauber hall. The food was bad, but the rules were divided. We were caught up in the morning. We were caught, we were caught, we were not ас gas can forget. Snork. Leben. But in Queheit Die SS did not move and didn't eat food at the people's time. Then a 眾 flew into the air. The Scorsese, a friend of the Dammes, said the journalist in Jerusalem.

I was born in 1944 with my parents after the birth. When winter was heard, one day the letter was sent to the doctor who was sent to a doctor by a doctor. His name was Anne and Margot Frank. I waited until the night was gone. Then I was sent to the doctor and the doctor was in the window. Someone came back and I was here. I was a woman of an age. We had known the woman in Amsterdam and I asked if she could not come to the town. I was waiting and I was happy to see her. But suddenly I heard a voice. Lies. Lies, where are you? It was Anne. I loved the voice and now I see her in the door. She was in the air. I saw her face in the dark, her eyes were very big and her veins and veins. Now there was only the road between us and nothing else.

Nothing else. I said that my mother was dead and my father died. And Anne said she knew nothing about her parents. But there was still a difference between us. In our block, there were packages of the international Red Cross. Anne had nothing. And I was crying about Anne. Come again tomorrow. Maybe I can give you something. And Anne cried. Yes, tomorrow. I come. The woman in the last night saw Anne in the pictures. It was in February 1945 when she saw her. She was crying over the margaret-side crank. But she still went well. She was bleeding and bleeding. And I said, don't go away Anne. Wait. I ran into the barracks and packed together what I found. Bread and then I was in the glider and a piece of saffron. But it was far away until the road was covered. And we were thinking about how we could overcome the Bindelian. Then a man came over and said to me,

she said, please, stop being so close to the Bindelian. There she was, you see her? Her brother was the first to die. But it was a warning door, because the guard could see us. But she was surprised. Yes, the child said, it was surprised us all. She called the Bindelian and said, and then the woman was in the house, lying over there. But woman, the woman in the back of the eye, she looked at me and said to her, please, stop. Why do I tell you all this? What do you want? You are German. My friend from me was in Germany and she wrote to me from Freiburg. People say it is not true. They don't know and don't want to know. They want to distance themselves. What should I tell you about that? I was in the house with Amsterdam after the bulls and was in the hide. On the first morning I called a man from the cell.

He was afraid of the people who knew something. At that time, the man said, they would be a coward. They would see that nobody knew something. No one had right to say that. The people are crying and crying like a glass of blood over the hide. But the blood is through you. And it is possible to break through. It is not a trick. And I think now that this crying has to be broken. Because it is not a curse, but a dream. I spoke to three people on this day. First with a woman who wrote the country's secret cell together for years. She said, I came from all over the world after the war. And I can't forget. Nobody has known it. It was all secret. I also lived here. I was born in 1942, and I was in a hurry. And we were not the most famous of the camp. My second visit was a dream.

A passionate man who lived here today. I knew it. You saw the railway of people, who were passing by. And I had seen my previous village, what I saw. And what the people were talking about. But it was not a answer. I was born with a rump in Hydro. In the way near my neck and the bloodline to my voluntary pl Там. And I went there and wh Generation named Lupine and noodle bullshit near my twitter to my neck. And we continued the conversation. In theantic lodge the French constrations Around there, the barracks were built. You can see the mountains and mountains in the bushes, big, four-way ponds on the hill. The barracks were never burned for 12 years, but the grass in the river grew slowly.

And the spores, the spores of the nacked feet between the barracks are not washed away. The rings of the mackerel and grass on these four-way ponds, but only a stupid moss. In June, it is of a red color. He suddenly brought me to the court, because the barracks lived with the barracks. And so I had my third talk in the evening. Of course I knew it now. We are talking about the church. They came every day and the trains were standing from open barracks to the brunt of the horse. And so people were hiding in the last few months after the bellies. They were hiding in the barracks like Grumholz. You can also say the SS. And once in the 1445s, I got to the university, and wanted to drink glass beer.

And he said, as I wanted to, how are you? Thank you and I asked the guards. So I said, not like that. And the guards said, as long as the windows are open and they are sleeping, and they show the windows to the brunt of the nacked feet. It's already on the whole day. Then I thought, you have to see it again. And I took my bike and went to the brunt of the nacked feet. The train started on the ramp. And the SS flew over and went on. I went to the passchrette and looked at the brunt, but they had the train and I stayed there. And saw how the people on the ramped. The dead were leaving in a distance. But they still came. They drove over the ramps, the streets, down the bridge. And I saw how two young youths were riding a old man with them. And they didn't stop and their feet moved slowly on the roof.

He saw how the brunt was coming out, because he had a long beard and or how a prophet. And the head went over his head to start his eye in the sky. And the two young men didn't stop and looked at him from the side. And they didn't notice that they were not moving in a place. A different change was not going to happen to them. Only their legs moved no more. And they were stuttering and feeling the dead better with one hand over the roof. The train went on and I didn't notice that they didn't come to me until I got to the ramp. Then I took my bike and went ahead. So they came around in the mountains in the Lüneburg Hight, in the middle of Germany. Frau Burk, tell me about Amsterdam. Margaret Frank is in the February or early March.

She was scared in our barracks. I don't know if it was Thiefus or February or something. Day after day, she was in the deepest coma. In such an accident, she was shot in bed, so she wanted to get up and she died. And Anna was already scared back then. We didn't tell her death to her sister. But after a few days she was feeling herself. And because she died, she was asleep. And she felt that she was not feeling well. And the train went from London to the end. In the hospital we had visible signs. The gas can be the S.S. and the brutality. In the wild we were left alone. We didn't let them go. We were only about to die, our victims, the dust, the hunger and the light. The light is about showing us how little life is.

There was a human attitude to stay alive. Thiefus and Schwächel. I think it's true that Anna Frank is dead. She is slightly scared. If she is alone in the prison. My viewers said what to say is the right thing to end. The traces of a child came to an end. A toothed horse and the shadow of the darkest dream. A day's books are in a flash of sadness waiting in Amsterdam. I saw them. They were the heads and hundreds of loose leaves on these stories. And finally there were some papers on them, the beginning of a romance. She should be the life of Kati.

But Kati should be free and only because of Mary, her friends are said to be her Jews. And she should be the German victim. At the end of the romance she is not familiar with. At the beginning of this romance she wrote to Anna. I have a lot of ideas. And I am together with them. But I can't write more. I just write it from behind. And she named her day book, the last one she wrote. She wrote it and now she is in the same room. And day book and romance lie on each other. At some point she would be together with the half. In the last day book, she was in this room. Dear Kati, a stupid again. This is the last sentence of my previous brief. Can you explain to me what this is?

What does again mean? Has it been many words, two meanings? Again, from you and again from outside? And the last ten of her romans wrote how Mary was killed and was killed by German soldiers. And how Kati, Mary's friends, thought of the night. Why did you take Mary with you and stay here? Why did Mary, for the most terrible trick, decide to live with her and her friends? What was it for a difference between them? What did Mary need? The terrible injustice was revealed. And suddenly she saw Mary before herself. Her little sister, her eyes, her lungs. Her missing sight. Kati was too strong to end. She was on the earth and white. And in her ears she was crying against the doors.

And the soldiers came and the children heard. And between her she saw Mary in her nose. Kati felt that she was with one time herself. This is the end of the Roman fragment. For sure what happened when you were Roman and your diary really had a day in the middle of the middle of the desert together. It didn't happen there. A handful of sides between these two last impressions remained empty. Ellie and Miib found a paper in the pocket after the accident of the police in the printing shop. Miib said... It was a piece of paper in the North. No one else. The cemetery was so big. And Ellie said to me...

Kati was still covered. The cellar was covered. But everything was empty. I didn't expect any steps in my fear. The paper was on the ground and I said to Miib... Look Miib... It was written by Anne. And we were on the ground and covered in paper. And they were all from Anne. And the help and the help that the office was on. And we gathered them in and took them with us in the middle. And we finally got in. Miib and Ellie didn't read the paper. They only kept the help and as a reference to the war, they gave them back. So they kept the voices of the millions that were certain.

Maybe the worst of all. She said... Have been hiding the millions and he was convinced that the scene was stolen, and through the search for truth.

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