Saturday, December 21, 2013

It's wet in the Dam

What a miserable day in Amsterdam. Wet and cold, puffer is back on and I'm trying to wear shoes on my blistered feet wow.

A visit to Anne franks house was very humbling and emotional.
although you were one of many in the house it felt as if you were the only one there. 
As you weaved your way around, the walls displayed poignant quotes from Annes diary and Snippets of interviews played from people that knew her 
The pictures from auschwitz and the other camps they were sent to were horrific. 
The special annex behind the bookcase has been left unfurnished apart from the fire toilet, and stone bench. Even the pictures that she glued onto the walls to brighten up the stark existence are still there, faded and worn, but there.
To think that for 2 years this young girl couldn't go out into the fresh air. And as you peek out the curtain to the canal outside you can imagine maybe a little of what she could see.

This quote  really sums it up for me as I couldn't stop thinking of the pointless deaths of so many.

“One single Anne Frank moves us more than the countless others who suffered just as she did, but whose faces have remained in the shadows,” he wrote. “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.”

As I walked out through the exit I breathed out...

The rest of the day just doesn't compare.





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