We were in Amsterdam last year, and had the opportunity to go to the Anne Frank Museum, but I didn’t want to go. I had read the diary when I was a teenager and re-read it some time in my twenties, and I still remember it vividly. I did not think that visiting the house could contribute anything to my awareness of this life cut short by the Holocaust, and I didn’t like the idea of tramping through it with the inevitable horde of tourists.
But I was intrigued when I saw amongst the audio books at my local library: After Auschwitz: a story of heartbreak and survival by the stepsister of Anne Frank. Anne Frank died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp aged 15 and I knew from the diary that she did not have a stepsister. How could this be?
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