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At this day and at this time last year I was standing inside the Anne Frank Huis. A dream come true, forreal. I had been waiting for years with frustration, sadness, happiness, hope, belief. I knew that I`d get there someday, but I just didn`t know when. So, when my mum told me last year we`re going, I was thrilled. I was beyond excited. It was an amazing experience and it was worth the wait. I made the most out of my visit in the Museum; spent more than two hours there. I was also very excited to finally be in the book shop. I ordered something from there a few years ago, but being there was amazing. Being in Amsterdam was amazing. It was my first time in the country and in the capital and I loved it.

Definitely going back there when I`m off to Netherlands later this year. Can`t wait to be there. Once Again.



As some of you already know, I`m off to Maastricht this autumn as an exchange student. I`m VERY excited and can`t wait to find out what this new adventure has in store for me. Besides studying there, there are maaany things I want to do, like shopping, visit different cities and countries nearby, go to a hairdresser, visit the Anne Frank Museum in Amsterdam again and other historical places. I still don`t know what`s up next when it comes to the process, but I know I have to figure out certain things the next weeks so I want recommendations and tips from those of you who`ve lived or are currently living in the Netherlands or from those of you who`ve been there for any occasion. I was there for about two days, but didn`t really get to see a lot of the country.

Here`s some information: I`m going to study there for about three months, from ca. the end of August till Christmas in December. The city is Maastricht and… apart from that, I don`t have much sorted out, haha. So: what do you believe I need to know or should know when it comes to the country? What is it like to live and study there? And if you`ve been to, lived or currently are living in Maastricht, do share your experiences! It`s okay too if you`ve studied abroad or lived in another country for some time and want to share your encounterings – I appreciate everything. 🙂

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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. ♥


This is the second part of my trip (very sorry about the delay!) – we only spent about two days there, which wasn`t enough at all, but my dreams came true and that`s all that mattered to me there and then. I`m SO glad I finally got to visit the city. Amsterdam is a very beautiful city and I`m definetely going back one day! If you haven`t read the first post, you can do it HERE. I hope you`ll enjoy this post. (not as much as I enjoyed the trip itself, though. I don`t think that`s even possible. 😏 )

Now – let`s talk about what we did the second day, which was Sunday the 2nd July. We woke up nine o clock, got ready and went downstairs for breakfast. I wish we were served breakfast like that every day – we had quite a lot of opportunities, and we also managed to pack with us some croissants. I really like them and I want to try and make some at home during my holidays. We also had some more healthy food, like yogurt with granola, nuts and fruit. Quite delicious!IMG_1042.jpgIMG_1051.jpg

After breakfast, we packed our baggage quickly and waited for the next shuttle bus to come. It was time to say goodbye to the hotel. We stayed at “Dorint Airport Hotel”, which had great service. The only negative thing we experienced,  was problems with the WiFi, but for me that was completely okay. I wanted to spend my time feeling and taking it everything around me – not staring at a screen and ignoring the world. IMG_1064A2IMG_1082We took the shuttle bus to the airport and didn`t exactly know what to do with our baggage. Since our flight was 7 o clock in the evening, we didn`t think it was a good idea to leave our suitcases back in the hotel just for us to have to go back and get them. However, after some frustration, we kept them inside a locker at the airport and finally took the train to Amsterdam Station.IMG_1086 (1)We didn`t have proper plans for the day (I first wrote today, I wish that was the case!!)  so first I went to Prinsengracht to take some pictures there. Amsterdam has more beautiful streets – they have this old-fashioned look, which I really like! It looks modern, yet old.


Let`not forget the canals and the boats – we don`t have anything like that in the centrum of Oslo. They put more harmony into the city. I and my mum decided to do an hour long boat trip. On the boat there was this couple sitting next to the window, so enjoying the atmosphere and the surroundings and taking pictures at the same time wasn`t that easy, haha. We learned about Amsterdam and the canals through some headphones – the voice was so relaxing, I felt sleepy. So did my mum. I recommend you to do a boat trip, they have many options you can choose between and it should be more fun if you`re a bigger group. IMG_1118IMG_1110IMG_1101 (1)IMG_1154IMG_1137

The clock was four when we jumped off the boat, so we didn`t have much time left, which was very sad (especially for me!). I told my mum I want to take some pictures of the museum from the other side of the canal, so she waited near the Anne Frank Statue while I went to the other side and took some pictures of the Anne Frank Museum.


The quaint streets and canals make the city look very photogenic. There are bikes everywhere, shops and cafes everywhere and if you`re from a small town it can get quite noisy, especially during the day and in specific streets. The city`s got history, culture, nightlife, international restaurants, famous museums, excellent public transport (especially compared to Norway…), the traffic is light and there`s a silent harmony. It`s not stressful, people are simply doing their own thing. I really wanted to hire a bike, but that`d mean leaving my mum alone as she doesn`t know how to drive a bike, unfortunately. Next time, though!

IMG_1193IMG_1191IMG_1197.jpgThe last thing we had the time to do, was to find the big shopping mall called “Manga” and visit one shop inside. It looked like many of the shops were fancy and maybe a little to expensive, but if it wasn`t for me trying to save my mum`s money, I definetely would`ve bought something inside there. We also visited this little suveniour shop, trying to find a sweater for my brother which didn`t yell “I love Amsterdam”. We didn`t find any, and we also had to find our way back to the airport, so we hurried a little and caught the tram.

At the airport we got our baggage and while booking it, the lady said there might not be any available seats on the plane for us. I was confused, but chilled and thought “how can that be possible? We`ve bought tickets and that should be enough.” But when it was time for boarding, it turned out we weren`t really assured any seats. My mum was more stressed and worried than me because she was supposed to work the next day, but if I had been her I`d have chilled, haha. They had one seat available, and since my mum didn`t want me to travel on my own, we asked about the next flights. We were asked if we were okay with travelling to Sandefjord, but we said no to the offer because that meant waiting for the train for 5-6 hours at the airport there. So, the only option we had, was to stay another night and catch a flight next morning, almost 9 o clock. We were also given either a refound or a voucher each, and we ended up with refounds. Guess who was very happy? Haha, ah, I was thrilled since we got to stay one more night in Amsterdam and that too for free! Free dinner, free breakfast and free hotel stay. We had to wait for a while at the airport, so they could fix everything, and then a car took us to a hotel called “Clarion Hotel”. It felt like it was a little outside the city, as it wasn`t that central and we barely saw any people outside. The hotel was very cute, though. Little, but cute.IMG_1231We had a great dinner, till we went up to our room and tried to fall asleep. Since I didn`t have my baggage, I had to sleep in the same clothes that I had wore all day. I was very excited, very thankful and it was hard to fall asleep. IMG_1203 (1)IMG_1207IMG_1211

At the airport, this woman explained properly to me the flight details and all the information I needed. I thought she had strictly recommended me to arrive the airport three hours before departure, but apparently I hadn`t been listening that well, haha. Blame my excitement. We told the hotel receptionist to wake us up 4.30 AM, which they did. It was an annoying alarm, haha. What alarms are not annoying, you may ask? We thought they`d knock on our door and tell us to wake up (that sounds so hilarious, it reminds me of how my mum wakes me up), but instead the phone in the room started ringing and both of us were too sleepy and lazy to get up and turn the alarm off. I told my mum to get up, but in the end I had to give in and turn it off. We got ready, didn`t really have any breakfast (the breakfast they gave us, wasn`t really anything, but still I`m thankful) as we thought we`d have something at the airport. We`d been given a voucher which we wanted to use.

That Monday morning was very beautiful. You could hear the silence, you could hear how the world wasn`t awake yet, you could hear the birds singing some of their own songs. The sun was already up, the air wasn`t that cold and I? I was enjoying my last hours in a beautiful city called Amsterdam.IMG_1227The shuttle bus was a little late, but that was okay. We had plenty of time for the booking and boarding, so at the airport we enjoyed a long breakfast and I also managed to buy some postcards. Postcards have become a must for me, I started collecting them back in 2012 when I went to Poland, Germany and Czech Republic. I like to find them and look at them sometimes – it takes me back to good, old times. 🙂

IMG_1266IMG_1268Our flight was a little late, but that was okay too. The flight was almost two hours long, and I was very sad, but also very hopeful. Sad because another journey, another trip had come to an end, but hopeful because dreams do come true and the journey I had just been on, was proof enough. Back in Norway everything was normal and life went on, but as I unpacked everything I realised I actually had been there. I had seen what I had been dreaming of for so long, I had visited the Anne Frank Museum, a dream had come true. All of a sudden it all had come true and it was already over. I guess that`s what you call life. It was odd and beautiful, just like life. IMG_1286.JPGIMG_1289.JPGThank you so much, Amsterdam. You know what I`m talking about. See you soon. 💖 💖


Something I wrote a while ago. 


People who know me, know how fascinated I am by Anne Frank and her story. I`ve read several books of her, I know when she wrote in her diary and not, some years ago I planned what places I`m going to go to that Anne herself had been to and after several years, I don`t get bored by her diary. Give me her diary and you won`t hear me say anything for hours.

I found out about her when I was 10-11 years old. I believe it was because of a book my brother borrowed from the library – it`s called “Who was Anne Frank?” I read it, and started looking for her diary. I remember sitting next to my desk in sixth grade, and suddenly my eyes noticed the bookshelf next to the teacher`s desk. There was something about it. My eyes looked through the book`s titles from distance, and that`s when I found it. Her diary. I went to the bookcase, took out the book and borrowed it.

Ever since then I`ve borrowed it and read it a million times. Last time I did so, was in May. I had to borrow to copies – one is from 1995 and the other one is from 2012. I just can`t get enough. I`ve read a lot about her, about her family and her diary. I`ve been that obsessed, that I at one point wanted to write just like her, and started studying her handwriting. God, if you guys only knew. Her story fascinates me so much and she reminds me of myself. Her stubbornness, her willpower and her love for reading and writing. I write a diary, I also love history and want to become a journalist or writer one day. Her story thrills me and inspires me. She was full of hope and despite everything, she kept clinging onto her dreams and wishes.


Ever since I got to know her, I`ve been wanting to visit Prinsengracht 263. I`ve been wanting to go to Amsterdam and find out where she used to be. However,  I had to wait for several reasons. I had to wait for several years. At times I was so impatient that it was almost unbearable. I became less impatient, when I went to four of the concentration camps in 2012 and for a second time went to Sachsenhausen in 2015. I know that might sound odd, as I went to Auschwitz, which is where Anne and the seven people who hid with her in her Dad`s office were brought by the Nazis from Westerbork. Which is where Anne saw her Dad for the very last time. Let`s say being there made me relax a little more when it came to my dreams. My main goal was to visit Amsterdam and the “Achterhuis”, but on the list you can find the names of the camps too. I`ve always been interested in the second world war, so seeing the reality that surrounded millions of people in the 1930s and 1940s, was important to me.

I`ve had to wait for this dream to come true for so many years. I remember a conversation I had with my friends some time ago. Somehow we ended up talking about my dream of going to Amsterdam. I started crying because I had been waiting for so long and there and then I didn`t have it in me to wait anymore. There`s no doubt some people in my life haven`t always valued my dreams, or considered them important. That has made me sad many times. Visiting Amsterdam and the Anne Frank House isn`t that hard either, as long as you have the money. It wasn`t a dream that I had to “work for”, I had to wait for a long time. Way too long, to be honest, but everything happens at the right time and now I can say that having to wait so long, made it even more mindblowing. It was about time and it was completely worth it.

I know what it`s like to have to wait so long for something to happen. I wasn`t allowed to go alone, so I even told my mum that I could catch a flight in the morning and be back in the evening, just so I could visit Prinsengracht and the Museum. You could say I sort of became desperate. I know what it`s like to wait, wait and wait. Sometimes it feels like it`s not going to happen, at least not anytime soon.  You ask yourself when it`s going to be your turn, your time. It`s hard when the timing is wrong or your life circumstances don`t allow you to fulfill your dream right away or anytime soon, but it`s certainly harder when people you care about don`t believe your dream matters or don`t understand how important your dreams are.

When I finally went last week, I couldn`t believe it. I`m thankful for having the opportunity to finally go to the city and see the hiding place. I`m so grateful, you have no idea (thanks Mum, for the money, haha). Looking through the things we bought makes me so happy and makes me think of the time I spent in that wonderful city and in the Achterhuis.

It`s so important to have dreams in your life that make you burn on the inside. That make you feel like you have something to live for. That make you want to keep going. Have those kind of dreams, which motivate and inspire you. It`s even more important to keep on dreaming and not lose faith. You know what they say? Great things take time. Be patient, because things happen at the right place at the right time. Dream of things that mean something to you – that`ll be enough to keep you going. Chase your dreams. Always.


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.


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.


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.


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


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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