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Best-Places-to-Visit-NetherlandsThe low-lying Netherlands are famous for their windmills, tulips and clogs, but there is so much more to this refreshingly laidback European nation: their picturesque capital, Amsterdam, is famed for its museums and canals, there wide open landscapes are perfect for cycling and walking tours and there’s usually a festival or two happening somewhere to make your nights a little livelier!

 

The Home And Prison Of Anne Frank

Courage… strength… inspiration… heartbreak…

These are the words that come straight into my mind now when I think about Anne Frank and her diary.

Seeing where Anne Frank once lived

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I first read the diary when I was in primary school, and again when I was in high school. Ten years later, I knew what it was about, but I could not remember the emotions I felt after reading it then. Perhaps I was too young to experience any emotions.

Before I left Australia for my holiday in Europe, I decided to read Anne Frank’s diary once again. I knew I would be visiting the house in Amsterdam, and I wanted that experience to really mean something. I spent my mornings and afternoons on the train to and from work, reading about the life, and death, of Anne Frank. I was once again captivated by her innocence, the terror she experienced, the trauma to her family and her life underground.

I put myself into her place and lived the moments in my mind, imagining what I would do in certain situations. I also allowed myself to feel emotions towards Anne and her family. I got angry at her mother, I admired her father and I loved Peter Van Pels as she did. I wanted the moment that I stepped into her house in Amsterdam to be truly unique. It was.

 

Standing outside, I looked around the street Anne and her sister Margot would have stared at from behind closed curtains. I saw the road where Anne had described seeing soldiers patrolling and terrified Jews fleeing, trying to escape the war. Where she would have seen friends and neighbours being taken away by the army, marching towards certain death. Now the roads are littered with people dressed in clothes Anne would have dreamed of owning, faces as beautiful as the pictures she cut from magazines and posted on her walls, laughter and smiles as friends share stories and tourists scour the streets in search of history.

 

As Anne looked onto these streets during the heartache of World War Two, she could never have imagined the happiness that the people are blessed with today. The streets are filled with traffic – cars, buses, bikes – taking the people to yet more destinations of enjoyment. On the rare occasions Anne was able to sneak a look outside, the only cars she would have seen were military, buses filled with Jews on their way to concentration camps across Europe, and those on bikes finding themselves there after a failed attempt to escape.

A desperate confinement

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But the feeling looking at the streets outside the house was nothing compared to being inside – as I am sure was the case for Anne and her companions.

The house is built in two sections and has 4 storeys (plus attic). The back section of the two top floors became the secret annex, where Anne and her family — the Franks, together with the Van Pels and Fritz Pfeffer spent 25 months of their lives.

They lived there until the day of their arrest, when the annex was emptied of its furnishings by order of the German occupation forces. An anonymous telephone call to the authorities led to the search. While it will never be known for certain who reported them, two theories surfaced. One alleged betrayer was Anton Ahlers, a Nazi and business associate of Otto Frank. The second theory pointed to a Dutch cleaner named Lena Hartog-van Bladeren, who worked in the office in front of the annex. But the true identity of the betrayer will never be known. Those hidden were all deported and sent to extermination camps, where all but one died.

Otto Frank, Anne’s father, was the only survivor amongst them (Anne died from typhus and deprivation in March 1945 in Bergen-Belsen. She was just 15 years old). He was found by the Russian Army at Auschwitz and upon recovery, learnt of the death of his wife and children. After the war, Anne’s diary was found strewn across the office floor, where it was picked up and hidden away. It resurfaced many years later and was then given to her father.

The annex itself has remained in its original state.

I felt speechless as I walked the same corridors and staircases that Anne and her family had walked. I had tears in my eyes as I stepped through the worn bookcase which served as a secret door to the annex. And my heart pounded as I made my way into the make-shift bedrooms. Although empty now, I was able to picture what they must have looked like, and I couldn’t comprehend how each person survived for 25 months in such extreme conditions. I guess it was still luxurious though, compared to life in concentration camps.

The last days of a young girl — brought to life again by her diary

Even now as I think of it, I shudder at the image of the small room that Anne shared with Fritz Pfeffer – the pictures she had pasted to the wall to cheer her up, still there, faded and torn. A reflection on a young life – long lost.

Had I walked into the secret annex where Anne Frank and her family lived without reading the book beforehand, I don’t think I would have truly understood what it meant to be there.

I would never have felt despair walking into the rooms that served as the kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms; I wouldn’t have cared that there was barely enough space to fit a desk, let alone two or three beds; and my heart would not have pounded as I recalled Anne’s fear as she wrote about the view from the window or listened to the news on the radio.

As I walked through the annex, I thought about how hard it must have been for Otto Frank to pack up his family and hide them from the world for more than two years. To stop his daughters from going out to play – from even looking out the window to feel the sunlight on their faces. I can’t imagine how painful it must have been for him to watch as the shine slowly faded from the eyes of those he loved the most, knowing he was unable to help them.

I thought about Peter and Margot, and wondered what might have happened to them had they survived the war. But mostly, I thought about Anne and how she experienced hell, first hand, yet through her diary – and sadly, her death – she has made so many people smile.

She was a young girl who dreamt of becoming a journalist, but she lived and died in an unfortunate time. Her writing has since inspired hundreds and her words have touched even the hardest of hearts.

Through her adversity, the world has learnt that life is not perfect. We have also learnt that although at times life may seem tough, we should appreciate what we have, because there will always be unfortunate people who live their lives in a secret annex.

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