. . . everything can be taken from a man except one thing: the last of the human freedoms–to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
On this date — September 2 — in 1944, Anne Frank was among 1,019 people on the 68th and last train from Holland to Auschwitz. Anne and others hiding with her had been betrayed and captured a month before and held in the Westerbork detention center.
The Frank family had gone into hiding two years earlier, in July 1942, after Anne’s sister, Margot, received a call-up notice to report for deportation to a labor camp.
Anne was at Auschwitz for two months, then at Bergen-Belsen, where she and Margot died four months later of typhus, just a few weeks before the camp was liberated.
Anne’s father, Otto, was liberated from Auschwitz by the Russian Army on January 27, 1945. His wife, Edith, had died the previous day.
Otto Frank was taken first to Odessa and then to France before being allowed to return to Amsterdam. He did not learn the whereabouts of his daughters until October 24, when he received a letter informing him they had died at Bergen-Belsen.
This unfortunately was not an unusual family trajectory for European Jews in the 1940s. Anne Frank is remembered from among millions of others because she maintained a blog — I mean diary — so that her experiences, what she did, the thoughts she had, and everything she suffered was not lost.
I suppose the same holds true for everyone, with or without a diary — nothing is lost, nothing can be undone . . . and it may be possible for a life that appears to be quite pointless at the time to attain a meaning, a purpose, even through suffering, failure and death . . .
I am very sorry about you and that man was very mean to all the jewish people and if I was him I would not be as mean as him I would not kill the Jewish people Anne Frank you had a kind heart and do not forget that and I would not let you suvery in the Coustration Camp and let you die you are a kind girl and a strong girl and I hope you can see that in your life.
You are a sweet little girl.
My teacher said that somebody was in the building late and he heard a noise.
P.S. I’m in 4th Grade
I watched the movie in 5th grade and read the book I Jr. High it was so good but I wish anne could have lived longer than she did because I would never want to die so young.
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When I look at pictures of Anne then look at myself, I can never get over how much we look alike. Same facial features, hair, eyes, and nose. When I read about Anne’s personality, it basically described myself for me. I feel that Anne is a part of me, or something, because we just have everything in common. I beg and beg my parents to take me to the Secret Annex on 263 Prinsengracht someday. The pictures are all too familiar. None of this is a joke. Something inside me tells me that I am the reincarnation of Anne Frank. Every night for as long as I can remember now, (this will creep you out but I guarantee it’s true!) I’ve been having dreams/nightmares of the sheer terror I felt when those knocks on the door came. At the camps, I felt a powerful urge to escape as quickly as possible, even though I never did. Last night, I dreamt I was in Westerbork, and I remember being so scared of what was to happen next. My parents were there, and every night, I would stay up late in the barracks talking with Anne. Just in the camp, we became inseparable. In the dream, I urged Anne and Hanneli to come with me at an attempt to escape, because somehow I knew that Anne, Hanneli, and I would starve to death after being transported to the next camp. In the dead of night, under the ominous watch lights of the guards, Anne, Hanneli, and I ran and ran. However, we did not make it as far as we expected, for a hill was present in the distance. A steep hill. Little did we know, a guard was gaining on us, so with any luck we surrendered. Later that night we vowed to try again another night.
These thoughts, dreams, and flashbacks haunt me often.
anne frank will be remembered in all our hearts
It is truly an honor to read the words of such an inspiring young girl.Anne’s words have really helped me to reflect on how lucky I am to be alive in today’s world and living In a free country as I do.God has Truly blessed Anne with the gift to write down such an important message for all that have read her Diary.May we never forget what could be.Thankyou Anne!
I feel sad for the death of the lovely sister.I have read the story of her at my home it is hard to read
I am sorry anne and margot . it is a saddest and the heart touching story