Between 1940 and 1942, I saw Anne Frank nearly every day. We were almost the same age, but she was more mature than I was. She was interested in clothes and in film stars and in boys even. She was always laughing and giggling and always the center of attraction. At that time, my family had just fled Austria and moved to Amsterdam, and I spoke very bad Dutch. But she'd say, "Come and meet my father because he'll speak German with you." Which I did. And Otto Frank was extremely kind. He and his family had fled Frankfurt in 1933....
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
