I don’t know where to start. Amsterdam is my new favorite city. Molly and I got the train from Belgium this morning (Brussels was just a one-day thing) and arrived here around ten. We went on a walking tour as soon as we got here and it didn’t take long for me to fall in love with the city.
Tonight, Molly and I went to the Anne Frank House, where the Frank family hid during the war. It was incredibly emotional (yes, I cried), and having read Anne’s diary made it seem all the more real. The house where the Franks and four of their friends stayed was actually where Anne’s father worked. They converted the upper levels of the tall canal house into a living space, where they stayed for almost two and a half years. The non-Jewish, Dutch employees who worked in the building helped the families upstairs in the Secret Annexe.
Anne kept her diary during the time they stayed there and hoped it would be published after the war. Her dream was to become a writer. Unfortunately, someone reported them, and the families were taken to concentration camps. Anne and her sister died of cholera a month before the liberation, and her father, Otto, was the only member of the family who survived the war. He found her diary and published it, giving a face to the millions of Jews who died in the Holocaust.
That’s just a brief summary, but I would recommend that everyone read Anne’s diary.
Will just arrived, so we’re going out for a drink and then coming back to bed so we can start off early in the morning.