It’s been 767 days since I last felt the fresh crisp air of freedom gracing my lungs, or since I last felt the cool dew laden grass on my bare feet or got swept along in the bustle of the busy Amsterdam streets. Four walls constantly surround me, enclose me, and yet this is the cost of our freedom. Freedom from the terrors the Nazis bring, from the concentration camps, from the gas chambers reeking of death. This prison cell hidden behind the bookcase is also my sanctuary; my very life.
The Nazi’s may have stripped us of our rights and forced us into hiding but something they will never strip me of is my right to dream, to believe to hope for tomorrow. That is something they can never take away from me.
My throat catches in my mouth at the
The Nazi’s may have stripped us of our rights and forced us into hiding but something they will never strip me of is my right to dream, to believe to hope for tomorrow. That is something they can never take away from me.
My throat catches in my mouth at the