November 14, 1941
Today is drizzly morning in November 1941. It has been awhile since I last wrote, but today has not been the best day. A group of German soldiers were walking down the Barteljorisstraat and stopped in front of Weil's Furriers. Corrie and I looked out the window and saw Mr. Weil backing out of his shop. A gun was pressed against his stomach and the soldier led him a short distance from the shop and then went back inside the shop and shut the door. The next thing we heard was glass breaking and soldiers carrying out large loads of furs out the door. Next, the window above Mr. Weil's head opened and clothes poured out the window and onto the street. The man started to gather his clothes. Corrie and I ran across the street to help him.
Where is your wife, Mr. Weil? He did not answer. He only blinked at Corrie and I. We rushed him inside before the soldiers reappeared. When we got into the house we found Father at the dining room. He greeted Father calmly as a surprise to all of us. Later, Mr. Weil told us that his wife was not in town at the time. She was in Amsterdam visiting a sister of hers.
I felt for the man. I had to help in some way. I know God wanted me to help this man. We spoke about what we should do.
''I know! We can ask Willem. We could ask him where he would think a safe place is to hide. The only problem was that you couldn't really use the phone even if you had one because a soldier may be able to hear the conversation. I'll have to give it some thought and get back to you when I have made my descision. Bye.
Today is drizzly morning in November 1941. It has been awhile since I last wrote, but today has not been the best day. A group of German soldiers were walking down the Barteljorisstraat and stopped in front of Weil's Furriers. Corrie and I looked out the window and saw Mr. Weil backing out of his shop. A gun was pressed against his stomach and the soldier led him a short distance from the shop and then went back inside the shop and shut the door. The next thing we heard was glass breaking and soldiers carrying out large loads of furs out the door. Next, the window above Mr. Weil's head opened and clothes poured out the window and onto the street. The man started to gather his clothes. Corrie and I ran across the street to help him.
Where is your wife, Mr. Weil? He did not answer. He only blinked at Corrie and I. We rushed him inside before the soldiers reappeared. When we got into the house we found Father at the dining room. He greeted Father calmly as a surprise to all of us. Later, Mr. Weil told us that his wife was not in town at the time. She was in Amsterdam visiting a sister of hers.
I felt for the man. I had to help in some way. I know God wanted me to help this man. We spoke about what we should do.
''I know! We can ask Willem. We could ask him where he would think a safe place is to hide. The only problem was that you couldn't really use the phone even if you had one because a soldier may be able to hear the conversation. I'll have to give it some thought and get back to you when I have made my descision. Bye.
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