Museum Journal 2
But on my personl trip to the Netherlands, I was able to visit the Anne Frank Museum. I was given the opportunity to actually stand where the young, famous Holocaust victim his from the Nazi Party. To actually stand where a family one lived and hit from the evil dictators affected me more than I expected. The museum was well designed, creating and appropriate sense of emotional nostaligia. As I climbed the stairs to the "book shelf" door, where the Frank family spent most of their daily hours living and hiding, a set of chills was sent down my spine. As I walked through every hallway and crossed every doorway, every minute spent there became more and more emotionally challenging.
The majority of us spend our days living an enjoying life freely. Just this past weekend, my peers and I were given the opportunity to experience a German spa, filled with relaxation and beauty. Imagine having such pleasures being immiedatly removed from your life and being forced to live in a tiny room and hide from death. It is is difficult to mentally fathom and every second spent in the Franks' home drove this point home further and further for me.
One of the most powerful moments during my visit in this moving museum was in Anne's actual bedroom. The pictures and magazine cutouts pasted to the wall made the room seem so sweet and domestic. It almost allowed you to quickly forget why Anne was living in this room. What is most remarkable is the fact that Anne, as well as her fellow family members, allowed themselves to attempt to find happiness and domesticate their own "jail" of a home. Few people would be able to find comfort in such a situation.
Additionally, nearing the end of the Museum exhibition, they showed an interview with Otto Frank, Anne's father, following his release from the concentration camp. He was sharing his feelings on Anne's entries, and sat their with such a blank face on stating how sad it is that he has lost his family. However, he also said how he never knew that Anne had felt such emotions that she had portrayed within her diary. The last line of this interview, Otto Frank shed some light on the complexities of parenting and shared that many parents will never truly and completely know their children. This statement, coming from a 1940 Holocaust survivor was extrememly challenging to swallow. However, it was very interesting to think that despite the context and situation, child- parent relationships still undergo similar challenges.
The experience as a whole was truly incredible and I am so honored that I was able to see the Franks' home. It surely helped me prepare for our group visit to Dachau.