1943, 21st of November

Dear diary,

today I woke up without my fiancé once more. In the last few weeks, he always insisted on making me breakfast. But I'm starting to get worried. My aunt from Munich told me in a letter what happens to jews there. I won't let the same thing happen to Elias.

So I took him to the catholic service this morning, I have to shake the soldiers off somehow. Elias is far too naive for that, he continues to write his critic articles. If it continues like this, he is going to write himself into an early grave.

I tried to tell Domenicus about my worries, but he wouldn't be able to recognise danger if it were to hit him across the head. No man, besides Matteo, seems to understand what I mean. He advised me to send Elias away, to France or even America. I'll try to convince my fiancé of the plan tomorrow.

Maybe I'll be able to stay here, but I don't see that same future for him. Matteo also told me about a group planning to rebel against those from above. But fortunately it hasn't come to that yet.

Ciao, ~Bella