August 4, 1942

Yesterday while writing to you, Maring (Melecia’s daughter) came upstairs from the garden and said there were some Japanese coming up the driveway. I looked out and sure enough, they had left their car on the roadside and were walking up toward the house. There were four of them – two soldiers with guns, one officer and an interpreter (a former employee of the Fuji Bazaar). We were all a bit nervous as we did not know whether they would search the house, or if they were after me. Maring and I met them downstairs as they stood in the yard talking to the gardener. We asked them to come upstairs and the interpreter said they were taking a census. Fortunately, I had my pass to show them. Everything was okay and they left after 1⁄2 hour.