June 1, 1942
It was the next night. The day after the six of us had our evening prayer all together. Tonight we faced our dilemma. We all started to have bad thoughts. They were filled with thinking about the fact that we are a block away from the main police headquarters.
It was definately one of those times to go visit Willem. So in the morning I will take a train to Willem's house and talk to him about what has been happening. Well, I better get a good night sleep so I will be good and rested for tomorrow. I will let you know how it goes. I hope it does go well.
Sweet dreams!
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