I was in the Ann Frank House when I was in Amsterdam and the area where they hid.
Really? How sobering, actually BEING there.
When my sister was doing “Diary of Anne Frank” she’d come home from rehearsals just sobbing from holocaust stories of human-skin lampshades, etc.
She told us nothing about the play til we actually saw it, and we were thunderstruck by the story, her performance as Anne, and the fact that she was able to keep it all secret. It changed her life, that production.
It made her so grateful to be alive.