Gidday, well I can officially confess I shed a tear or two today at the Anne Frank Museum. I think I would cry lakes if we went to Amsterdam! Re-reading the excerpts from her diary, hearing the memories and voice of her father Otto Frank who outlived all his family. At this time you wonder about that question of fate or chance. For the survivors of the holocaust, I think the question is moot. Otto Frank and the friends of the Frank family just exemplify what extraordinary things people did for the sake of what was good, right, just and humane in spite of the risks under Hitler. We were definitely moved yet again as we revisit these steps in history!
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