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dream_labyrinthI figured it out. It's definitely her annoying style of writing, not the translation. I'm in the 12th chapter now, that means I have fought my way through 248 pages of name dropping, gossip and hurt feelings. But I intend to stick to it until the end. Even though it is a little hard sometimes on such a prudish little girl as I am. The whole book seems to be a huge justification for everything she ever did, making her look as good as possible while putting all the blame on David Bowie. Maybe that was to be expected. But I sit in silent wonder at this lack of self-critizism.
Something completely else:
60 years ago today, Anne Frank and her family were found and deported to German concentration camps.
I suppose just about evrybody has read her diary. We did in school. It was quite annoying, as most of the kids in my class were too immature to really understand what she wrote about. To me, the most striking feature of the book was how similar it was to any average girl's diary, how much Anne Frank tried to live a normal life in that back house in Amsterdam, even though she could never leave it and her life wasn't at all like that of her peers. This strong will to survive made the book special to me.
The general intention with our teachers was of course another lesson in "We bad Germans" and in the question of responsibility. I wrote my opinion about that several times before, I'm not going there again.
Anne Frank is the best way to learn that the victims of the Nazis were humans, with all good and bad sides. They weren't some kind of saints or angels. That doesn't make their lives and deaths less terrible. I'd rather say it makes it more easier to relate to them. They were people just as I am. Anne Frank gave a face and, more importantly, a mind and feelings to one of the many names of victims. That made the terrors of the time between 1933 and 1945 more real for me than anything I could read in history books.
Something completely else:
60 years ago today, Anne Frank and her family were found and deported to German concentration camps.
I suppose just about evrybody has read her diary. We did in school. It was quite annoying, as most of the kids in my class were too immature to really understand what she wrote about. To me, the most striking feature of the book was how similar it was to any average girl's diary, how much Anne Frank tried to live a normal life in that back house in Amsterdam, even though she could never leave it and her life wasn't at all like that of her peers. This strong will to survive made the book special to me.
The general intention with our teachers was of course another lesson in "We bad Germans" and in the question of responsibility. I wrote my opinion about that several times before, I'm not going there again.
Anne Frank is the best way to learn that the victims of the Nazis were humans, with all good and bad sides. They weren't some kind of saints or angels. That doesn't make their lives and deaths less terrible. I'd rather say it makes it more easier to relate to them. They were people just as I am. Anne Frank gave a face and, more importantly, a mind and feelings to one of the many names of victims. That made the terrors of the time between 1933 and 1945 more real for me than anything I could read in history books.
