In Amsterdam, there is a two-bedroom apartment for rent, just opposite the Anne Frank House.
This is the place, of course, where the Frank family hid from the Nazis
for two years, until they were betrayed, arrested, and transported to
concentration camps. Good family fun.
So, naturally, you can see why this particular apartment would tout the idea of “living like Anne Frank” as a selling point. In the Huffington Post, I continue my musing from yesterday, on the value of trying on suffering for size while on holiday.
Not to make light of such an important topic, but the theme of suffering&traveling will continue here later this week, when I write about my experience aboard a certain cruise ship.