We decide to visit the Anne Frank House in the late afternoon. When we arrive, the line to get in stretches around the block, but we decide to tough it out in the rain. Later, we find that the place is open in the evening and much less crowded. Nevertheless, the wait is worth the experience, even though the foundation does not allow picture-taking.
I find it very difficult to manage my emotions while exploring the house. I keep asking myself, "How could such horrible things happen? Why are they still happening? Why do I feel so powerless to do anything about it?" I've seen the movie and I've read excerpts from the diary, but this tour of the house is far more moving.
The actual hiding place written about in her diary was located in her father's office building at 263 Prinsengracht. Like so many houses on the Amsterdam canals, the building consists of a canal-side house and an annex.
The rooms in the annex are maintained in their authentic state. The rooms are empty, because the furniture was carted away after the raid. Salvaged documents and objects belonging to the eight people who were hiding are on display in the annex.
The front part of the house, where people worked every day, is set up as if it were 1942. As we explore the house, we realize that we are being guided through the building and told the story with quotes from Anne's diary. All the displays are authentically from the 1940s, if not actually from the house. At different spots on the tour, we see three short videos that help put the events and the diary's entries in context.
I lose it when I see the videotapes of her father talking about the diary and his daughter. She was just a young girl, yet she was forced to hole up for 2 years and eventually died in a concentration camp. I just don't get it! I also realize how brave the Dutch people who covered for them were. I wonder if I would be as brave. I don't know.
The last exhibit takes the edge off. It's an interactive presentation about Neo-Nazism and the freedom of speech. The problem is that it is too abstract and too long. It becomes boring after about 10 minutes, so I move on to the bookstore and café. Pam and I have cappuccinos, and I watch the other patrons enjoying themselves. As I decompress, I wonder if they, especially the young ones, are touched by what they have seen or are just part of a tour, following a guidebook, or tagging along with their folks and thinking that it is just another museum. I hope not, but I think so.
You can learn much more about the house and the museum at http://www.annefrank.org/content.asp?pid=1&lid=2.