|Vol. 86: Anne Frank’s House|
I was a high-school student when I read “Anne Frank’s Diary.” I understood the cruelty of living in isolation at a young age and I was shocked at the holocaust.
The first time I visited Europe was 34 years ago when I was 30, and I visited Amsterdam. Although I knew Anne Frank’s house was there and open to public, I did not have a chance to visit.
Five years ago, I came back to Amsterdam but I did not have enough time. I thought I could at least see the house from the outside, and walked around with a guidebook but could not find it.
For the third visit to the city, my wish came true. The house was located near the Westerkerk and was facing a canal. There was a white plate saying “Anne Frankhuis” on a dark green pillar of the house. . The plate was so small that it seemed like it symbolized her short life. No wonder I could not find the house last time.
The layout of the house was exactly the same as Anne described it
in her diary.
This visit was to look back on the impact I received in my youth and I would call it “the pilgrimage to my heart”.
(translated by Satoko Matsuoka)