During my stop-over in Amsterdam I visited 'Het Achter Huis' -The Anne Frank.
I read Anne Frank's diary years ago, and in truth, I don't think I even
finished it . . .In truth, I had always wondered why the booked seemed
to posses such a wide appeal . . . after all, with books like Night from
Eli Wiesel, the trials of the Secret Annex pail in comparison . . .
"One single Anne Frank moves us more than the countless others whoIn truth however, I now see the point of Primo Levi's words . . . Anne
suffered just as she did, but whose faces have remained in the shadows.
Perhaps it is better that way: If we were capable of taking in the
suffering of all those people, we would not be able to live."
-Primo Levi, author and Holocaust survivor
Frank provides a face with whom we can relate. She opens her world to
us, provides a humanity to the cold number of six million (plus) . . .
We live with her, grow with her . . . and then see her cut off in her
prime . . .
Walking through the various rooms of the house left me feeling very low, sad . . . the tragedy palpable.
In Majdanek, Panar and Nine Fort
all that is perceived is through the a chilling numbness -the mind can not grasp the
enormity of the tragedy. With Ann Frank we see it in the miniature.
4 comments:
im glad you got to see it.
p.s. why isn't your sister a linked to this page? how very odd indeed.
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Interesting posting, Mottel.
Thank you . . .
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