VISITING THE ANNE FRANK HOUSE – A DREAM COME TRUE

Five months later and I`ve finally got around to write a post about my visit to the Anne Frank Museum. It was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G and surreal to finally be there, after so many years. I read her diary several years ago, so finally being there was sort of like “when did this happened?” After countless discussions, tears and much frustration, my mum finally had bought tickets for the trip.IMG_1087We were only there for about two days (the plan was to stay there from Friday night till Sunday afternoon, but if you`ve read my posts about my time in Amsterdam, you`ll know we somehow didn`t get on the flight and therefore had to stay one more night, haha), so we didn`t have that much time but I was more than happy to finally visit the Anne Frank House. I had even asked my mum if it was okay for me to catch a flight in the morning, visit the Museum and catch a flight back to Norway the same day, haha. Desperate, I know! BUT I finally went this summer and I still can`t get over it.

IMG_1092.jpgAnne Frank Huis is located at Prinsengracht 263, close to the Westerkerk in central Amsterdam. Take the tram (nr. 14, if I`m not wrong) from the central station and get off at “Westermarkt.” The Museum it very close to the station, it should take you about two minutes to get there.

IMG_1096 (1)IMG_1014.jpgWe didn`t get any tickets online, but I was very ready about standing outside and waiting for at least 3-4 hours. Well, guess what? We arrived the Museum about two o clock and didn`t have to wait for long. We were kind of confused, though, about where the queue started. We joined it where it began, but people immediately reacted and pointed towards the end of the line. It was quite long and I first thought “oh my, how long is this going to take”, but we joined the queue as quickly as possible and waited for the time to pass by. My mum walked around the place and bought a donut for me, which I enjoyed while waiting. In front of me there was this American woman, who was on a business trip but had some time to explore the city. We talked for a while and time passed by very quickly. She was such a nice lady, I wish we had met each other after the exhibition. I “missed her” after going inside the Museum, but I really hope she enjoyed her visit! We had to wait for like two hours, which wasn`t really anything. You could say we waited for about 45 minutes, as the queue for us who didn`t have any online tickets began then. I feel like a quick search online make you believe it`s going to take a long time, but don`t worry! If you`re there 1-2 PM, you should be fine! Also, the Museum has organised it quite well, so they take in visitors as some leave. IMG_0994IMG_0998 (1)IMG_1172IMG_1006IMG_1090.jpgEach ticket costed 9 Euros. We payed for them and walked into the building. The exhibition consisted of photos with information, things inside displays from that time, headphones which told you about each room and walking around the Secret Annexe. Unfortunately the attic was closed, which made me sad but I tried to see as much as possible from the floor below.  We weren`t allowed to take pictures inside, but maybe that was only a rule for those using flash? It would be nice to have a picture from the inside which I`ve taken, but I`m very glad I actually enjoyed my time there and wasn`t busy taking pictures. IMG_1175I knew almost everything, so for me the excitement was pretty much all about being inside there. It was stepping where Anne stepped so many years ago. It was being there, feeling and realizing how little space and privacy there was inside each room. It was seeing everything physically, it was about being able to look at the pictures Anne had put on her wall and touching the walls. The pictures inside my head were finally real. It was seeing everything Anne had described in her diary. The kitchen, the livingroom, the bedrooms, the bathroom. Being a little closer to everything that happened. They`re forever gone, but we`re here. We`re here to remind ourselves so we can remember. We`re here to learn about what happened, so we hopefully can not let it happen again and prevent hate and racism from being normal things in  our lives and in our society. So we can work against destructive ideas and notions. I`ve heard some people say “Anne Frank got famous for only writing a diary”. You can look at it that way, or you can actually read the diary and learn a lot about how a young girl was trying to survive, not only physically but also mentally, when the world around her was fighting. It`s about the war, about rascism, about what hate can do, about war, hope, dreams, the future and love. Let`s not forget what an incredible writer Anne Frank was. I`ve also heard people say “Malala got famous because Taliban tried to kill her”. I won`t say Malala didn`t get more opportunities to raise awareness for human rights, but Malala believed in education for everyone before the event Can`t we all focus on the good things people do, instead of ignoring them and being ignorant?IMG_1182IMG_1093IMG_1174IMG_1104After spending two hours inside, I bought two books, an English version of the diary and a huge book about Anne, her life, the diary and the Museum. I also bought three postcards. I`m very happy I got to visit the Museum after so many years. It inspired me a lot and made me realise what`s important in life. In the end of exhibition they were showing a short video, in which people were explaining what impact Anne and her story have had on their lives and how you can make the world a better place to live in. We can all do little things every single day, to make someone`s live a little better and to make it easier for more people to live in this crazy world. I`m one of millions who`re inspired by Anne Frank and everything she went through and I know I`ll forever be inspired. Thank you for everything you`ve taught me, thank you for inspiring so many people with your writing. You couldn`t know, but your dreams came true and people today are thinking of you. I`m one of them. I really enjoyed my visit and I`m for sure going back one day.IMG_1089

Till then:


Have you been to the Anne Frank House? If so, pleeeease share your encounterings. I`d love to hear about everything! 🙂 Also, have you read her diary? What do you think of it? If you haven`t, I really really really recommend you to read it. ♥

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MY TRIP TO AMSTERDAM – PART 1

I and my mum had been talking about going to Amsterdam for a while. In the end of May everything was final – we were F-I-N-A-L-L-Y going to AMSTERDAM!!  We were going on the Friday 30th June and the plan was to stay there for two days.

On the very day I spent the morning and some of the afternoon packing, preparing myself and dreaming. I had been waiting for years and the time had finally come. I was so excited and couldn`t wait to get out of the house. My mum came home 3.45 PM and got ready. About 40 minutes later we were on our way to the airport and Amsterdam. Our flight was 7.20 PM, which went okay. I was very impatient and couldn`t wait to be on Dutch earth, haha. When we landed, we got our baggage and tried to find out how to get to the hotel. We knew there were shuttle buses that would take us to our hotel, but every country has their system, so finding out didn`t turn out to be that easy. We ended up taking the wrong bus, so we went back to the airport and then actually tried to find the right bus. We did in the end, and when we finally arrived the hotel we were going to stay at past 11 PM, we were so excited. I think (and know) I was the most excited one, haha. I love staying at hotels and every time I`m so excited about what the room looks like. We stayed at “Dorint Airport Hotel” – they had alright service, but the WiFi sucked in our room. At the reception and in the restaurant it worked completely fine, so there must have been a problem with the connection in our room.

Since my camera was in the suitcase (which I booked in), there aren`t any pictures from Friday, but here are some pictures from our hotel room.

IMG_1056 (1).jpgA2IMG_1060IMG_1061IMG_1065I woke up about eight o clock at Saturday, took a shower ( I had to, because I was finally in Amsterdam. I have no idea how many times I`m going to point that out in this post, haha. Okay, back to the post), and then we went down to the restaurant. Breakfast was included, so we ate as much as possible, haha.. My mum was more worried about the food than me. All I wanted was to visit the Anne Frank Huis – I mean, there`s food in Norway too, but no Anne Frank Museum. But I really enjoyed the breakfast too. They had croissants, fruits, yogurt, bread, granola, tea, juice etc. I was expecting croissants, so when we walked in I was like “look, croissants!”, haha.

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We enjoyed a long breakfast, before we headed to.. AMSTERDAM!

IMG_0985 (1)There were people everywhere, but it wasn`t “stressful” – it was as if there was harmony pretty much everywhere. There`s something to do at every corner – a mall, a museum, a bar, a restaurant, a canal. Oslo as a city is barely anything to Amsterdam. I started wondering why people even visit Oslo, haha. In Amsterdam there were tourists everywhere, and the queue at the Anne Frank Musum was and is proof of that. We took the shuttle bus to the airport, caught the train from there and picked up some tickets we had bought online at the GVB Tickets & Info office outside Amsterdam Central Station on the main square.

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When we got the tickets, wee took the tram to “Westermarkt” and my hearted probably skipped a beat when the voice that announced the stations, said that the Anne Frank House can be visited there. I was SO CLOSE, haha. We got off and for a short while we didn`t exactly know where to go. Just as we (= I) found the sign which said “Prinsengracht”, I knew where I was. As we reached the Museum, we got confused. Where were we supposed to stand? And where was the queue? We tried to ask someone, but didn`t get any proper answers and got even more confused. When we thought we had find the end of the line, it turned out it was the beginning… People were like “nope, this is the beginning” and we looked behind them to see how long the line was. There and then it looked like it was never going to end, but we quickly stood in the line. I was prepared to wait for hours. We showed up at 14.15 PM. From 9 AM to 15.30 PM the Museum is only open for visitors with an online ticket for a specific timeslot. The rest of us can only get in after 15.30 PM and have to buy a ticket at the museum entrance. So, we waited and meanwhile, I started talking with this woman next to me. She was from the USA and we talked about life, the USA and Norway and… wait for it: Anne Frank. What a surprise, haha. Suddenly the line started moving and got shorter and shorter – it all happened faster than we imagined it`d be, which was amazing. The American woman must have got tired of me saying “oh, we`re almost there!” all the time..IMG_1096IMG_0984 (3).jpgAround 4.15 PM we got in, so we waited for about two hours, which is nothing at all. The line was veryyyyy long behind us, so I`m glad I showed up “early”, which really wasn`t that early. You`re not allowed to take any pictures inside, but I`m still surprised there are visitors that take pictures with their phones inside. Is that allowed? I don`t know, but if so, I wish I had taken some with my mum`s phone. At the same time I`m glad “time was frozen” when I was inside and that I enjoyed every single bit of my visit there. Anyways – more about that in another post. I`ll tell you more about my visit there and what it was like to finally be standing there. 🙂

My mum went with me, but she didn`t find it as interesting as I and wasn`t as thrilled as me (no wonder why), so she waited for me in the cafe, while I took my time. I spent more than two hours inside, and when I was done, I went down to the bookshop to buy something. The clock was about 7 PM when I got out of there – all amused, happy and so inspired.IMG_0989IMG_0988

We started looking for somewhere to eat. Meanwhile we walked by the beautiful canals and let me just say I wish we had something like that here. It`s crazy how every city is unique and has something of their own, but Amsterdam`s really got something of their own.

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I wanted to eat something I don`t really eat at home, so I told my mum maybe we should go for some thai food, but the restaurant we found didn`t really have anything we liked that much.IMG_1022.jpgSo, we ended up at in Indian restaurant. We had two vegetarian dishes there that tasted good and the woman there (that spoke Urdu and was from Lahore in Pakistan) was very kind to us. We asked here whether there was any bus we could take from there to the airport, as our tickets didn`t include acesss to the trains. She was so helpful and wrote down the information we (thought) we needed, we thanked here, left the restaurant and headed towards Primark, which was our next stop. IMG_1034IMG_1033

Since Primark was closing 9 PM, we didn`t have as much time as we wanted to inside there, but we still managed to buy a lot. When we walked out of there, we noticed the other shops had just closed too. Around Primark there are a lot of other shops, so we decided to visit those the next day. However, we tried to find a bus to the airport, but since we didn`t succeed, we took the train to the airport and the shuttle bus from there. We arrived the hotel about 11 PM (was about to say home. Oh, how I wish that was the case right now!) and went to sleep. That means my mum went to sleep. I wanted to study pretty much everything I had bought, pack my suitcase and then I spent a loooong time trying to sleep. I was way too delighted to want to sleep and I wanted to spend the hours I had left in Amsterdam awake, but in the end I fell asleep.

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Hope you guys liked this! Part 2 is coming at Friday! ♥♥

IMAGINE NOT BEING ABLE TO GO OUTSIDE

This is a post I actually posted yesterday, but the 5th of July was the day Margot Frank received a note  to report to a labor camp. They went into hiding on the 6th. Have no idea how I exchanged these two dates. 


Today it`s exactly 75 years ago since Anne Frank and her family went into hiding in “Achterhuis” in Prinsengracht. Four days ago, I was there myself.

Imagine not being able to go outside for more than two years. You`re locked inside day and night, in small rooms. Not only that – you`re helpless with fear every single day. “These people were in prison, a prison with locks on the inside”, Miep Gies (one of the helpers) said. Imagine living in fear of being discovered and taken away to somewhere, which reminds you of something like death. For nearly 25 months, Anne and her family hid in her Dad`s office, with hopes of survival and a great future ahead.

If you know her story, you`ll know she and six of those who hid with her, died. Thinking of that still makes me emotional. Not only because I look so much up to Anne Frank, but also because I think of the millions of humans who suffered and died.

When I was standing where she stood 75 years ago, I felt weird, but amazing and so inspired. I am so lucky to live in Norway and live the life I`m currently living. I have so many opportunities ahead of me, I`m studying whatever I want to and I can go out every day and breathe in some fresh air. Stand in the pouring rain. Meet people. I don`t have to be afraid at nights and lie wide awake due to bombing. Most of us in the West are so fortunate and lucky. We have everything and to me, many of our problems don`t really matter, in the very end. Life`s not always a dance on roses. We can do things kids in war can`t. Being in the “Achterhuis” has once again made me realise how important it is for me to be thankful and thank God for the journey I`m on. Anne`s sister, Margot, died at the age of 19. I`m 19 and I`m still alive. I can do everything she couldn`t and my future doesn`t seem so distant.

I`ve been through a lot in life. I have my mistakes and I`ve made myself proud many times. I`m grateful for that. No matter what I`ve been through and are going through, I need to remember that I`m alive and that one day, the hard times will come to an end. I consider myself blessed, since I can live on and continue to grow as a person and human being, and make the world a better place.

I can do and encounter everything people that lived before us and went through horrible times, couldn`t do.

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WANDERLUST

Sometimes I wonder if I`m the kind of person to be extremely excited and actually happy about something. I`m VERY VERY VERY happy about the fact that I`m finally going to Amsterdam, but I wonder if I`m actually happy because it`s not like I`m literally dying of happiness, haha.. I`d expect me to be doing that, because I`ve been wanting to visit the city for such a long time. Maybe it hasn`t sunk in yet. 🙂

I`m SO excited and have planned a little already. We`re of course going to the Anne Frank House and Primark. We`re also considering one or two boat trips, but what else should we do? Any recommendations? Have anyone of you been to Amsterdam and have any tips to share? Let me know in the comments below. 🙂

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IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT

OKAY, GUYS!!!!!!!

I`m going to AMSTERDAM!! Yep, you heard right. After so many years, I`m finally going. AH, I`m SO HAPPY!!! For so long I had to act like nothing. I`ve been waiting for so long, I`ve been quiet for so long, I`ve been shouting for so long, but most of all I`ve been dreaming. All along I`ve known my dreams don`t mean that much to some people around me. But now? Now I`m freaking going to Amsterdam and I`m going to the Anne Frank House.

I`m SO EXCITED! Talk about time, really. After all this year, I`m off to The Netherlands. In 6th grade we were supposed to write a little about every country the school`s students represented. I wrote about the Netherlands. We had a paper for each country, and on it we had some few lines to write about the country, we draw and coloured the map, we marked its location on a little map and draw something that the country is known for. The paper has been with me ever since. Right now it`s on the wall. God knows why. Maybe it was the sign of my dreams.

For as long as I can remember I`ve looked up to Anne Frank, I`ve been inspired by her and I`ve ordered books about her from God-knows-where. So it`s really about time. This is a big thing for me and I`m enchanted. Imagine being where she once used to be.

And let`s not forget that dreams do come true. I`ve been waiting for so long and sometimes it seemed hopeless, but very soon I`ll be on the plane, on my way to Amsterdam and nobody can stop me. Because you know what they say? Great things take time and great things happen at the right time.

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PS: Great news to start this month with! I mean, you-know-who has birthday in June, so… 😉