We are in sin city, aka Amsterdam- the funkiest city in the world. We saw Anne Frank’s house, except it has been glassed and steeled in- apparently to preserve it.
Huge line-up outside, including scores of green-shirted kids shrieking with joy at being on a school trip, I suppose.
There’s the power of the written word: without her diary there would be no kids, no line-up, no steel and glass façade. Anne simply would have been taken away and forgotten, along with millions of other children who were denied the right to shriek and misbehave on school trips.
We also saw the Vondelpark, where an old man played the violin under and overpass with stunningly good acoustics. Nearby, young guys sprawled on a lawn smoked formidable looking spliffs. The film institute around the corner features a JACK! Festival: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Easy Rider, The Last Detail etc. I am hoping Jesse will go tonight as he has seen none of them- a yawning chasm in his education to this point.