It was May, 1942 when Mr. frank decided that they would have to go into hiding. Conditions were worsening for the Jews, as more and more of them were targeted by the Nazi soldiers and taken from their homes. Mr. Frank walked quietly down the street, hoping that he would not be noticed. He glanced this way and that, surveying his surroundings for Nazi soldiers, before turning down a busy street. He could smell baked goods from shops, smoke coming from the chimneys of tall buildings with pointed roofs, and the sounds of people talking and bustling filled his ears. The amount of Nazi soldiers was low, and he was lucky they were preoccupied with other things at the moment. Reaching his destination he looked up at the tall, old warehouse, made …show more content…
There’s not much we can do about the space, and you’ll need a w.c and some working appliances, also some curtains maybe, so no one can see inside.”, Mr. Kraler said steadily, thinking things through as he went along the list. Mr. Frank surveyed his surroundings. The Attic was small, dusty, and dank with light yellow paint peeling off the walls. There were old worn out chairs scattered around the room, with some tipped over. Several small windows lined the walls, allowing bright light to pass through into the small space. The Westertoren could be seen faintly in the distance, its church bells ringing. It was quaint, but it would have to do. After all, there was no where else they could go, no one else they could turn to. Mr. Frank trusted Mr. Kraler and Miep, and he was not sure there was anyone else he could trust. “Yes, thank you. I will inform my wife about our situation. I honestly can’t thank you enough, you’ve already done so much from the time i’ve informed you about this situation up until now, so thank you”, Mr. Frank said gratefully, thanking them sincerely. Mr. Frank walked silently home, making sure to thank Miep and Mr. Kraler one last time before leaving the warehouse.