Everybody knows of Anne Frank: her diary has been translated into countless languages. But I had never heard about Helga Weiss and her book.
it is all the more poignant because she was born in 1929; my Mum is one year older, yet their livers couldn’t have been more different.
Also, this year being the 70th anniversary of the end of WW2, this book is a reminder of all the evil that has happened and that we should never forget it. Especially as one question remains: has history taught us anything?