Așa cum îi spune și numele, textul de mai jos este un exercițiu literar care îi aparține prietenului nostru Răzvan Anton (vă recomandăm să aruncați un ochi pe blogul lui Răzvan aici). Nu vă spunem mai multe despre ce urmează, ci vă lăsăm să descoperiți singuri o mică bijuterie creativă. Dearest Kitty, In my last letter I was telling you that there are two Annes fighting within me and that I could only be myself if there were no one else in the world. Then again, we didn't have much of 'the world' in our Annexe. Only seven people left to tolerate and I still couldn't be myself. This is kind of frustrating and you might find that I'm arrogant and stiff, as everybody else here does, but that's just the thing... seven people with seven different personalities, out of which I cannot fully relate to any. Of course there's Peter, but I still don't know what to make of him. My feelings are confused and sometimes I end up thinking that outside we'd still be good friends, but he'd not make a good lover or future husband. I don't even want to talk to you about marriage, because I still want to be far more than a housewife, and unfortunately marriage turns you primarily into a housewife these days. Then there's dad, who is still all cute and loving and caring, but he cannot stop being dad and start being my friend, even for a little while. I'm still ashamed of having written that horrible letter to him, but I guess that then was the moment when I was my... other self. I cannot allow myself to be my other self with him, ever again. The rest of the grown-ups in the annexe are mere strangers after all, just like the ones you see outside, in the street, but have no idea who they really are and what they stand for. I have judged them thoroughly during my years in the secret annexe, only to come to the conclusion that I don't really care who they are and how they act, because they are too far outside of myself to even consider them seriously. Yes, that's egotistic, I know, but how can it be different when you spend so much time with your inner thoughts and when the outside world is so limited? I had hopes and dreams of becoming a journalist or a writer. I'd written to you so much, and it was all about myself. My letters to you are my growing-up years, forced by war, terror, the fear of being caught... I guess it was being caught which I was most afraid of. I was never truly afraid of death in itself because there is no great distance between life and death. It's not much of a process. You just die and that's it. It probably takes a second to go to eternal life (or is it eternal death?). We eventually got caught and it was awful indeed. Somehow we all knew that there were better chances of getting caught than of staying hidden until after the war. But at least we had the courage to face everything. You might wonder how you can ''face'' everything while you're hiding from it. Well, not going into hiding would have meant surrendering, And it's not like we wouldn't have accepted to surrender IF we had been guilty of something real. But being Jewish is not a guilt, it is a given fact that none of us can change. We hoped that we would make it until after the war when people wouldn't judge other people for being Jewish, Black, Christian or Catholic... cause in the end we're all people. When you'll be reading this we'll probably have gone to a (better?) world. We spent two years in the Secret Annexe, sacrificed hopes and dreams, accepting self-imprisonment for the sake of later freedom of the body and of the mind... but dear Kitty, you, who still live today, in an age of peace and quiet, ask yourself: Are you free? Are you not discriminated? Are people kind-hearted by default? Do they truly appreciate what they have? Do they know that others have died in terror, only dreaming of what they now take for granted? They should, dear Kitty! They should... Yours, Anne Frank P.S. I have written the above lines as such, because it was the only way to express what ''Anne Frank-The Diary of a Young Girl" made me feel. I am truly grateful to have known details of WWII only from the history books and hope that such horrors against humanity never occur again. Obviously, I would appreciate it if people saw the good in themselves and ceased to discriminate for any reason. From where I stand, this is a lesson we have not yet learned...