I am
fortunate to have been raised in a generation where Holocaust survivors are still
alive and possess a memory vivid enough to share their stories. But by the time I have children who are old
enough to understand the Holocaust, there will be no survivors left to speak
with them. I am thankful to have had this experience on more than one occasion.
This is
why novels like Night by Elie Wisel, Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor
Frankl and The Diary of Anne Frank are
so important. These books have and will continue to educate the world on one of the most horrendous crimes of our time.
The
Anne Frank House, also known as The
Annex House, looks like an ordinary house, aside from the line of
tourists that
stretch outside. Inside, photos are strictly forbidden, because
the flash could disturb those in the house experiencing a moment of
silence and damage the fragile photographs and scribes of paper.
Visiting
the house was the most powerful moment in my life, and one that I will
share
with my children not through photos, but through memory. I met up with
my Dutch friend Sanne, and even
though we were together, there was hardly anything that either of us
could say. It was mostly silent through the house except for the
creaking of the floorboards beneath our feet and the occasional comments from tourists. The most meaningful thing anyone said that I overheard was, "Why?" A simple question, but one that we all want to know the answer to.
The
museum begins with a short film on the Anne, and then a tour of the
house itself. There are no guides due to the size of the building, and
like I said earlier, it is best to keep quiet while inside.
The house itself was larger than I imagined, yet at the same time, smaller when I thought about the amount of people being hid inside. There was something so strange about being in a place that I had read about and studied years prior to actually visiting. It was so special to me and something I will carry with me forever. No description will do justice to how a person feels upon standing in the actual bedroom that Anne had called "home" for two years.
The house itself was larger than I imagined, yet at the same time, smaller when I thought about the amount of people being hid inside. There was something so strange about being in a place that I had read about and studied years prior to actually visiting. It was so special to me and something I will carry with me forever. No description will do justice to how a person feels upon standing in the actual bedroom that Anne had called "home" for two years.
For
those of you who don't know, The
Diary of Anne Frank is a nonfiction account of a young girl whose
childhood, and ultimately life, is robbed by Nazi Germany. Her diary
documents her feelings of anger and questions
towards World War II, and throughout the course of the diary, we see
Anne
transform from a disoriented girl to a mature and brave young woman.
Unfortunately,
someone exposes the Frank’s secret in their hiding where they are then exiled
to
Auschwitz, the largest concentration camp during the war located in
southern
Poland. It was
here that everyone in the Frank family dies, except for Anne’s father,
Otto,
who first published the novel in 1947. It is still unknown as to who
exposed their secret, and will most likely remain a mystery until the
end of time.
Visiting
the
Annex house allows its visitors to gain a true sense of Anne’s story,
and
the 6 million Jews who had their families, lives and voices taken away
out of simple discrimination. The
house of Anne Frank reminds its visitors of the importance of
remembrance, and
that no matter how tragic some events in history were, it is essential
to carry
on their lessons. It was, and will probably remain, the most powerful
moment in my life. Anne's dream was to become a famous author, and her
wish came true thanks to the survival of her father. It is now our
responsibility to carry on her story and reflect on the importance of
remembrance.
For more information on the Anne Frank house, please visit the museum's website below:
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