μ•ˆλ„€ ν”„λž‘ν¬μ˜ μž¬μΉ˜μ™€ ν™œκΈ°μ°¬ 성격이 인상 κΉŠλ‹€. β€˜Chatterbox’ 사건은 μ§€κΈˆ 생각해도 μ›ƒμŒμ΄ 피식피식. μˆ˜λ‹€μŠ€λŸ¬μš΄ 막λ‘₯이 μ•ˆλ„€λŠ”, κ·Έ 외적인 λͺ¨μŠ΅ 뒀에 λ˜λž˜λ“€λ³΄λ‹€ 훨씬 κΉŠμ€ 사색에 λΉ μ§€λŠ” 면이 μžˆλ‹€. μ–΄λ ΅κ³  λ¬΄μ„œμš΄ 상황 μ†μ—μ„œλ„ μ‚Άκ³Ό μ‚¬λžŒμ— λŒ€ν•œ λ―ΏμŒμ„ μžƒμ§€ μ•ŠλŠ” κ·Έλ…€λ₯Ό 보며, κ·Έ μˆœμˆ˜ν•˜κ³  맑은 μ˜ν˜Όμ— κ°λ™ν•œλ‹€. κ·Έλ…€μ˜ 희망은 아직도 κΈ€ 속에 μ‚΄μ•„ 있고 ν˜„μž¬κΉŒμ§€ μš°λ¦¬μ—κ²Œ 희망과 용기λ₯Ό μ€€λ‹€. ​​

λΉ„λ°€ μ€μ‹ μ²˜μ—μ„œ μ•ˆλ„€μ™€ ν•¨κ»˜ 있던 μ–΄λ₯Έλ“€μ€ λ‚ μΉ΄λ‘œμš΄ 말과 행동을 λ³΄μ˜€λ‹€. μ „μŸ 속 그듀이 κ²ͺμ—ˆμ„ 슀트레슀λ₯Ό κ³ λ €ν•˜λ©΄ μΆ©λΆ„νžˆ 이해할 λ§Œν•˜λ‹€. κ·Έλž˜μ„œ λ”λ”μš± μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ 낙관적인 생각과 언행듀이 λ‹λ³΄μ΄λŠ” 것 κ°™λ‹€. μ–΄λ₯Έλ“€μ΄ 희망을 μžƒμ—ˆμ„ λ•Œλ„, μ•ˆλ„€λŠ” κ³„μ†ν•΄μ„œ 희망을 놓지 μ•Šμ•˜κ³ , 쉽지 μ•Šμ€ μ‚¬λžŒλ“€κ³Ό 상황을 λŒ€ν•˜λŠ” 방법에 λŒ€ν•΄ 끝없이 κ³ λ―Όν–ˆλ‹€. 남을 λŒ€ν•  λ•ŒλŠ” 솔직함과 μΉœμ ˆμ„ κ· ν˜• 있게 μ§€ν‚€λŠ” 법, 그리고 μžμ‹ λ§Œμ˜ 경계λ₯Ό μ§€ν‚€λ©΄μ„œλ„ λ‹€λ₯Έ μ‚¬λžŒλ“€μ˜ 경계λ₯Ό μ‘΄μ€‘ν•˜λŠ” 법 등을 늘 골똘히 μƒκ°ν–ˆλ‹€. ​​

일기의 λ§‰λ°”μ§€λ‘œ 갈수둝 μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ λ‚™κ΄€μ£Όμ˜λŠ” 피크에 λ‹¬ν•œλ‹€. 1944λ…„ 6μ›” 디데이 침곡은 μ€μ‹ μ²˜ μ‚¬λžŒλ“€μ—κ²Œ 희망을 μ•ˆκ²¨μ€¬κ³  μ•ˆλ„€λŠ” κ³§ λ‹€μ‹œ ν•™κ΅λ‘œ λŒμ•„κ°ˆ 날을 κΈ°λŒ€ν–ˆλ‹€. κ·Έ 여름, SSꡰ이 μ€μ‹ μ²˜μ— 쳐듀어왔을 λ•Œ μ•ˆλ„€κ°€ λŠκΌˆμ„ 좩격과 κ³΅ν¬λŠ”.. 정말 상상할 μˆ˜κ°€ μ—†λ‹€. μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ 일기가 κ°‘μžκΈ° λλ‚˜κ³  μ€μ‹ μ²˜μ— 있던 μ‚¬λžŒλ“€μ˜ μ΅œν›„λ₯Ό μ„œμˆ ν•œ μΆœνŒμ‚¬μ˜ ν›„κΈ°λ₯Ό μ½μœΌλ©΄μ„œ 마음이 λ„ˆλ¬΄ μ•„νŒ λ‹€. 그듀이 ν•œ λ‹¬λ§Œ, μ•„λ‹ˆ 일주일만 더 버텼닀면, μˆ˜μš©μ†Œκ°€ ν•΄λ°©λ˜λŠ” 것도 보고 λ°”λ‘œ μΉ˜λ£Œλ„ λ°›μ•„ μ‚΄μ•˜μ„ μˆ˜λ„ μžˆμ—ˆμ„ 텐데. ​​

μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ 일기λ₯Ό μ½μœΌλ©΄μ„œ ν™€λ‘œμ½”μŠ€νŠΈμ— λŒ€ν•΄ λͺ¨λ₯΄λŠ” 게 λ§Žλ‹€λŠ” κ±Έ κΉ¨λ‹«κ²Œ 됐닀. λ§€ νŽ˜μ΄μ§€λ₯Ό λ„˜κΈΈ λ•Œλ§ˆλ‹€ κ·Έλ•Œκ·Έλ•Œ κΆκΈˆν•œ 것듀을 κ²€μƒ‰ν–ˆλ‹€. μ–Έμ  κ°€ μ•„μš°μŠˆλΉ„μΈ , λ² λ₯΄κ²λ²¨μ  , 그리고 μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ 집을 λ°©λ¬Έν•΄ 보고 μ‹Άλ‹€. κ·Έ μ•ˆμ—μ„œ 창밖을 바라보며 μ•ˆλ„€μ—κ²Œ 큰 μœ„λ‘œκ°€ 됐던 λ°€λ‚˜λ¬΄λ„ κΌ­ 보고 μ‹Άλ‹€. 

Father began to talk about going into hiding. […] He sounded so serious that I felt scared. […] Oh, may these sombre words not come true for as long as possible. The doorbell’s ringing, Hello’s here, time to stop.

μΌκΈ°λŠ” μ—¬λŠ μ‚¬μΆ˜κΈ° μ†Œλ…€μ˜ ν‰λ²”ν•œ μΌμƒμœΌλ‘œ μ‹œμž‘ν•˜λŠ”λ° ν•œ 달도 μ•ˆ λΌμ„œ μ€μ‹ μ²˜ μƒν™œμ΄ μ‹œμž‘λœλ‹€λŠ” 게 μ°Έ.. 이건 무슨 운λͺ…μ˜ μž₯λ‚œμ΄λžŒ. κ·Έλž˜μ„œ κ·ΈλŸ°μ§€ κ·Έ 첫 ν•œ λ‹¬μ˜ 일기가 λ„ˆλ¬΄λ„ˆλ¬΄λ„ˆλ¬΄ ν‰λ²”ν•΄μ„œ 기뢄이 μ΄μƒν•˜λ‹€. μ—˜λ¦¬ 비저이 λ§ν–ˆλ“―, λ…μžλŠ” β€˜κ·Έκ²ƒβ€™μ΄ λ‹€κ°€μ˜¨λ‹€λŠ” κ±Έ μ•Œκ³  μžˆμ–΄μ„œ λ”λ”μš±.

Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a satchel. The first thing I stuck in was this diary, and then curlers, handkerchiefts, schoolbooks, a comb and some old letters. Preoccupied by the thought of going into hiding, I stuck the craziest things in the satchel, but I’m not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses.

ν”Όλ‚œκΈΈμ— μ˜·λ³΄λ‹€ 기얡을 μ±™κ²Όλ‹€λŠ” 13μ‚΄ μ†Œλ…€

이 책을 읽기 μ „μ—λŠ” λ„€λœλž€λ“œμ˜ 건물 ꡬ쑰에 λŒ€ν•΄ 생각해 λ³Έ 적이 μ—†λ‹€. λ‚΄κ°€ μ ‘ν•΄λ³Έ λ„€λœλž€λ“œμ˜ 건물은 어릴 적 KLM ν•­κ³΅μ—μ„œ μ„ λ¬Όλ‘œ 받은 λΈν”„νŠΈν•˜μš°μŠ€κ°€ μ „λΆ€. 이 ν”Œλ‘œμ–΄ ν”Œλžœμ„ 보고도 μ–΄λ””κ°€ 정면인지 μ•Œ 수 μ—†μ—ˆκ³  (μ™Όμͺ½μ΄ 정면일 거라고 λ¬΄μ˜μ‹μ μœΌλ‘œ 생각함) μ™œ μ•ˆλ„€κ°€ μˆ¨μ€ 건물이 ‘Secret Annexe’인지 μ΄ν•΄ν•˜μ§€ λͺ»ν–ˆλ‹€.

κ·Έλž˜μ„œ μ°Ύμ•„λ΄€λŠ”λ°, λ„€λœλž€λ“œμ˜ 집듀이 μ΄λ ‡κ²Œ κΈΈμ­‰κΈΈμ­‰ν•˜κ²Œ μƒκ²Όλ‹€λ‹ˆ! κ±°λ¦¬μ—μ„œ λ³΄μ΄λŠ” 건물의 외관은 폭이 μ’μ§€λ§Œ, λ‚΄λΆ€λŠ” κΈ΄ λ³΅λ„λ‚˜ μ—¬λŸ¬ 방이 μ΄μ–΄μ Έμ„œ μ•ˆμͺ½μœΌλ‘œ κΉŠμˆ™μ΄ λ»—μ–΄ μžˆλŠ” ꡬ쑰라고 ν•œλ‹€.

μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ μ§‘ ν™•λŒ€. μ±… μ†μ˜ ν”Œλ‘œμ–΄ ν”Œλžœκ³Ό λͺ¨μ–‘이 λ§žλ‹€. μ•ˆλ„€μ˜ 가쑱이 μˆ¨μ–΄ μ§€λ‚Έ 곡간은 κ±°λ¦¬μ—μ„œ λ³΄μ΄λŠ” λ³Έ 건물이 μ•„λ‹Œ κ·Έ λ‚΄λΆ€ κ°€μž₯ μ•ˆμͺ½μ— λ”Έλ € μžˆλŠ” 별채닀(νŒŒλž€ λ³„ν‘œ). 이 곡간은 μ™ΈλΆ€ μΆœμž…μ΄ λΆˆκ°€λŠ₯ν•΄ (λ³Έκ΄€ 2μΈ΅μ—μ„œ μ»€λ‹€λž€ μ±…κ½‚μ΄λ‘œ κ°€λ €μ§„ 문이 μΆœμž…κ΅¬) μ€μ‹ μ²˜λ‘œ μ ν•©ν–ˆλ˜ 것이닀.

The house shook and the bombs kept falling. I was clutching my ‘escape bag’, more because I wanted to have something to hold on to than because I wanted to run away.

Mrs van Daan does have one good point, though: you can talk to her. She may be selfish, stingy and underhanded, but she’ll readily back down as long as you don’t provoke her and make her unreasonable. This tactic doesn’t work every time, but if you’re patient, you can keep tying and see how far you get.
All the conflicts about our upbringing, about not pampering children, about the food – about everything, absolutely everything – might have taken a different turn if we’d remained open and on friendly terms instead of always seeing the worst side.

The two of us looked out at the blue sky, the bare chestnut tree glistening with dew, the seagulls and other birds glinting with silver as they swooped through the air, and we were so moved and entranced that we couldn’t speak.

But I also looked out of the open window, letting my eyes roam over a large part of Amsterdam, over the rooftops and on to the horizon, a strip of blue so pale it was almost invisible.
‘As long as this exists,’ I thought, ‘this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?’
The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature’s beauty and simplicity.
As long as this exists, and that should be for ever, I know that there will be solace for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances, I firmly believe that nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.
Oh, who knows, perhaps it won’t be long before I can share this overwhelming feeling of happiness with someone who feels the same as I do.

At such moments I don’t think about all the misery, but about the beauty that still remains. This is where Mother and I differ greatly. Her advice in the face of melancholy is: ‘Think about all the suffering in the world and be thankful you’re not part of it.’ My advice is: ‘Go outside, to the country, enjoy the sun and all nature has to offer. Go outside and try to recapture the happiness within yourself; think of all the beauty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.’
I don’t think Mother’s advice can be right, because what are you supposed to do if you become part of the suffering? You’d be completely lost. On the contrary, beauty remains, even in misfortune.

I don’t have much in the way of money or worldly possessions, I’m not beautiful, intelligent or clever, but I’m happy, and I intend to stay that way! I was born happy, I love people, I have a trusting nature, and I’d like everyone else to be happy too.

When he lays his head on his arms and closes his eyes, he’s still a child; when he plays with Mouschi or talks about her, he’s loving; when he carries the potatoes or other heavy loads, he’s strong; when he goes to watch the gunfire or walks through the dark house to look for burglars, he’s brave; and when he’s so awkward and clumsy, he’s hopelessly endearing.

Our chestnut tree is in full bloom. It’s covered with leaves and is even more beautiful than last year.

It’s not just my imagination – looking at the sky, the clouds, the moon and the stars really does make me feel calm and hopeful.

[…] yet religion itself, any religion, keeps a person on the right path. […] How noble and good everyone could be if, at the end of each day, they were to review their own behavior and weigh up the rights and wrongs.

It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. 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 see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, 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 cruel too will end, that people and tranquillity will return once more. In the meantime, I must hold on to my ideals. Perhaps the day will come when I’ll be able to realize them!

In memory of Anne Frank πŸ•ŠοΈ