This morning the class toured the Anne Frank exhibit, and words can hardly illustrate the experience. The tour was a humbling and solemn experience. I’ve visited the Vietnam Memorial, and this experience was just as surreal and breathtaking. I read the diary and watched the movie, but nothing could have prepared for me for actually walking through the attic and seeing pages of the diary. It suddenly made the atrocities committed by the Nazis immediately present and real. This wasn’t the story of a girl I never knew in a place I could only imagine; I was standing where she stood.
Standing in the attic, gave the book great magnitude and meaning. The saying goes: a picture holds a thousand words, this experience was no different.