Anne Frank Huis aka: Anne Frank House

It was kinda strange to visit the Anne Frank house, since Ive seen so many documentairies about her, (almost finished) read(ing) her book and visiting Auschwitz and all..

I found it very hard to grasp the atmosphere and imagine myself in Anne’s place, what she must have felt and thought. It was relatively quite on tuesday but it still felt like I was just looking for another apartment.. maybe because we’re thinking about moving and we spend the last 2 years living in golden age atticks..

also, seeing the diary itself… It was special, but it was so strange to see the real thing..

maybe I should go again, in winter..

my deepest regret is that I couldn’t figger out which of the trees was THE tree.. We had a discussion about it, and now Im wondering if they hadn’t cut it down yet.

Maybe Ill go again next week or so, just to see the tree..

(Just saw on the wikipedia site Anne described the tree 3 times, the first time on my birthday (excl. year ofcourse.) stupid.. but I find myself even more connected with the tree.. SAVETHETREE!)

I was the same age as Anne when I went to this house. It resonanted with me deeply, as her life at my age was so different than my own.

If you plan to visit Anne Frank’s House GO SOBER

It was all that it was supposed to be. It was the only reason that I absolutely HAD to go to Amsterdam. I had read the diary (numerous times), seen the TV series and movies, read the background books, watched the documentaries. The presence that was there was overwhelming. Anyone with the slightest interest in the Holocaust or the story of Anne Frank deserves this trip.

It really made me want to read the diary, though at a time when I am happy enough to deal with the emotion of it.