19 January 2016

July 15.
... It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear ever approaching the thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come to right, that this cruelty too will end...
[A few days after this entry, the Nazis raided the "Secret Annexe" and Anne, Peter and all the other occupants, were taken to concentration camps. Anne's father alone survived. In March 1945, three months before her sixteenth birthday and two months before the liberation of Holland, Anne died in the concentration camp at Bergen-Belsen.]

["A Treasury of the World's Greatest Diaries" : In Youth is the Beginning - Anne Frank]

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