anne frank in The Wonderland Years: 2015. Done.

so on our first day in Amsterdam after 12+ hrs. of traveling [going to the airport, waiting 2 hrs. for the flight, 8 hrs. of flying time from denver to london. and so on] we went to the anne frank house which wasn’t too far from where we were staying. it was good but sad. well it’s meant to be. while there I really felt that. i’d read a bit of her book [well i’d read it 10+ yrs. ago it’s been at least that long. and then I re-read it on the plane] prior to visiting the house. she was funny and a good write. writes about things I relate to in the beginning of the book. relationships, family, troubles w/ both. not the war obviously. we all know what it’s like to be scared. over the course of my stay in Amsterdam I ‘finished’ the book. it’s a good book.
ya know. her story could’ve been about anyone. your friend’s friend. or the nice librarian’s grandparents. whoever. maybe some of us didn’t experience being alive during the war but again. we’ve all been scared. we all think we’re so different and in some ways we are but we’re also not. they say fear is the #1 thing that holds us back.
jewish people, among others in history, weren’t liked bc they were different. and even now some still aren’t. I wasn’t. it’s, not something I talk about. but my point is I relate to her for that reason.
so on our last day we went to. well a long time ago it had been a theater and then it was a jewish one and then a holding place for the jewish. [I think I’ve blogged about this prior though]. I didn’t realize they had holding places. and now it’s a museum. and again I really felt. the emotions. I’ve always been deep like that just didn’t understand it until my 20’s. I don’t remember the name of the converted theater.