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It’s never ending. They have stolen all the bicycles. All their lorries are French or English and they have pinched loads of things sent to us by the Americans.

In the afternoon Louise, Nicole and I went up to the windmill to get some peace and quiet, because the soldiers come by all the time to wash or just visit. The farmers are unbelievable. They are terrified of the Bosches and give them all their wine, eggs, etc., and bow and scrape to them. With the result that some of them think they can get away with anything. We came down from the windmill and were going to lie on a blanket on the grass. Two Bosches arrived and sat down right next to us; as we got up, they picked up this notebook and opened it. Luckily they don’t speak French so they couldn’t understand a word. But my diary has been soiled by Bosche hands. They left dirty fingerprints on these pages. It’s my first defeat, my first humiliation.

We thought France was sure to win, and one month later everything’s ruined. But there’s still England, and we’ll see what happens…In any case France and Britain are more united than ever.