I have finally found some time to write about Anne Frank’s Diary which I finished some time ago. Paradoxically the most distressing part of this book is the epilogue, not even written by the author, when we find out in almost journalistic sentences that majority of the characters, including Anne, die. This short fragment is so contrasting to Anne’s narrative that almost unbelievable. Ann, despite living in really difficult circumstances, does not write a story of a refugee but rather a story of a teenage girl. She focuses on her loneliness, relationship with her parents, Peter or other occupants. She obviously mentions the trouble of living in the hiding but it seems to be only the background to her spiritual struggles. That is why the book advertised as “a heartbreaking testimony of Holocaust” might be little disappointing as it was for me. I am not trying to say it is not worth reading because it definitely is. Nevertheless, I guess after reading Nalkowska’s Medallions every testimony of Holocaust is not heartbreaking enough.