To avoid imprisonment in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II, Anne Frank and her family hid in this house for two years. She kept a diary for the duration. On August 1, 1944 she made her last entry. She discusses her struggles with identity and her family. The final paragraph reads:
Believe me, I’d like to listen, but it doesn’t work, because if I’m quiet and serious, everyone thinks I’m putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I’m not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be ill, stuff me with aspirins and sedatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can’t keep it up any more, because when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if … if only there were no other people in the world.
- Yours, Anne M. Frank
The family was discovered three days later. Anne was imprisoned at Auschwitz and later died of typhus at Bergen-Belsen in 1945.
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