At 5.30 am on 6 July 1942, thirteen-year-old Anne Frank and her family began to leave their home for the last time. The day before, her sister Margot had received call-up papers ordering her to report for relocation to a work camp. The family took refuge in a secret annex of an Amsterdam warehouse where they remained until their discovery on 4 August 1944.
‘It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart. It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death … I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.’