I hate the heatred, reflections after visited the Anne Frank house

'I hate the heatred', that I thought this evening coming out the Anne Frank House, now museum, felt as in a vortex of thoughts.
Too many people crowd the building this saturday evening,too many guys and girls, children and families, of many different age and nationality, I was looking around me, different generations and nationalities but one think linked all: the look.
Moved, emotioned, glacial, fixed, lucid looks, ful of sentiments,suffering and questions, looks in which i was reading the same questions that linked me and others: Why? Why Why?
How was it possible, How does the man did, demolished by the heatred, to create that absurd idiotic crudel thing.
An old, small, building on the Prinsengracht, one of the main canal of Amsterdam, that Otto, Anne's father, bought to use it as his factory headquarters, as was arrived in Amsterdam the nazist occupation, Frank family left their house and went in the canal building, that its attich became the well known secret shelter where the young Anne lived and wrote his diary, writing her days, sensations, considerations in the couple of years spent hidden to avoid the nazists.
It starts from the ground floor and going up until the attic, the secret shelter, through one by one all the areas of the building, the storage room, the offices and the various rooms.
Room by room, slow going, lucid looks and loud sighs.
Room by room, you can read and touch Anne's sensations, emotions, difficulties, fears, and hopes.
A series of  relevants sentence wrote by Anne on her diary and others are on all the rooms and they gives Anne's soul image at the visitor.
During all the visit from the first to the last one room, from the ground floor to the attic from the beginning to the end, it is a long sequence of emotioned looks and louding sighs.
I was in a vortex of sensations, that's for me difficult to find the right words to describe it.

The history all of us known, it was tought to us from the first to every years of school.

Often we got it in a wrong way, as just notions.

Walking within Anne’s house, whos life ends due to that  absurd and crazy cruelty, the history books words get shape, you can touch it, you can smell it, you can fell it as yours, it became emotions, sensations, going in that house, you come in the daily life, listening that storytellings, reading that sentences, seeing that images you can identify yourself and so that images, sentences, lifes get shape, became yours and in you mind so many toughts, so many ‘why’ crowd.

Why the human being can reach that cruelty, such big, such absurd, such crazy.

And when I was leaving the house I was thinking to the many today divisions, of this humanity that had lost any ‘humanitas’.

Yellow, black, White, American, European, Middle Eastern, Muslim, Christian, Gay, straight or whatever, always we are living with that ‘how he is’, ‘how I’m’, ‘how they are‘’, always looking at the diversity and not the affinity, always we look to that ‘them’ and forget the ‘us’, always looking for the black in the diversity and not, how I think should be, the beauty.

When, I ask myself, we’ll understand this big  mistake of this wrong time, and we gonna look each other just as Women and men, over any different birth place, religious faith, or sexual preference or look.

We should learned, a lot, from the history, we should learn what the hate bring us to, how pain it brought already, we should learn a lot, and instead if we look today reality filled up of heat and racism, I think we have got just not much wish to read the history well and we don’t learn what we should, as Anne’s father wrote: to build a future we have to know the past.

The other enquiry I’ve got in my mind is what the heat bring to, thinking to how many today absurd massacres

I think to how many guys massacred absurdly just because marked as ‘different’, the last one just few days ago in my city, in that society even more technological improved and human regreded.

Different in the way to dress, to look, to love, to religious belief, different, we can always find something different each other, something why the other one in front of us is different for, that I think it’s the really beauty of the humanity, and for some absurd illogical reasons it became hate cause, and so many times massacre.

I walked to the cycle and in my mind the question goes: what the hate bring to, just and always to humanities walls.

‘Sooner or later that horrible war will end and we will come back to be just men and women not just Jewish’, that ‘s the first sentence that welcome the visitor, one of the sentence Anne wrote on her journal, she loved writing,  Anne, she want to be a journalist and time by time established herself as a writer, as she wrote on her journal, who knows if that august ’44 she didn’t die what she would write today, old and established journalist that already from the young age shown a deep gaze and a struggle pen, about the many today modern racism, heats the divisions in which this society is flooding, about the too many today still compelled to hide theirselves.