We are eating in the café next to Anne's house. We weren't allowed to take photos inside the house. It was quite different than how I'd imagined it all those years. It was depressing and gloomy. We were all quiet on the self guided tour. Many thoughts went through our heads. It was spooky seeing Anne's room and the pictures she had pasted on the wall. I was astonished at the cramped quarters, and tried to imagine all of them trapped there together, living in hope. My imagination failed me...
The second photo shows the outside of the house, which has been remodeled.
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