My Friend Anne Frank

In 1933, Hannah Pick-Goslar and her family fled Nazi Germany to live in Amsterdam. There, she struck up a beautiful friendship with a girl named Anne Frank. Then their lives abruptly changed forever. This is their story.

- HANNAH PICK-GOSLAR

When I was four, I had just arrived in Amsterdam with my parents, escaping Berlin after Hitler came to power and fired my father, a deputy cabinet member in the Prussian government during the Weimar Republic. One day, not long after our arrival, I walked hand in hand with my mother to a local grocery. There, my mother noticed another woman talking in German to her dark-eyed daughter, who was about my age. The two mothers spoke briefly to one another, smiling, clearly relieved to find some familiarity in this foreign place.

I was a shy child and I clung to my mother’s leg, unused to other children but curious about the little girl looking back at me.

She was to be my very first friend. A childhood playmate, neighbour and school friend. Our families became close as they navigated life as refugees in a new city, sharing their fears as the war, occupation and all that would mean for us moved inexorably closer.

That little girl, so full of life, would become the most famous victim of the Holocaust. A symbol, in many ways, of all the hope and promise that was lost to hatred and murder. Talking about her story, our story, would later become a thread that bound me to her and kept our friendship alive long after she was gone. But from when we first met to when she abruptly disappeared from my life, not long before my 14th birthday, to reappear fleetingly in the strangest and most tragic of ways, she was simply my friend, Anne Frank.

I was shy on a good day, but setting off for my first day of nursery school at the 6th Montessori School on Niersstraat, was positively petrified. I spotted a girl with glossy dark hair that was almost black. I couldn’t see her face as her back was turned towards me. She was playing on a set of silver bells. In that moment, she turned around and looked at me. In a flash, we recognised one another. It was the girl from the corner grocery store!