9 April 2010

Finally we meet again

Today, I revisited a friend. She talked about the same things and didn't say anything new since we last met 15 years ago. But this time I understood her better, walking along the same narrow corridors as she did in the Secret Annexe behind the movable bookcase, and when it was time for goodbye I didn't feel that same sense of loss. Because it was now abundantly clear, from the long snaking queues and the crowded gift shop selling copies of her diary in virtually every language, that she still lives on.

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