I was recently in a production of The Diary of Anne Frank- and it's been haunting me ever since. You dont really get how awful it is... I've been having nightmares of my "family" (the Van Daans) from the play being dragged away to their death at a concentration camp. It doesnt really hit you, until you realize how many families were torn apart, because in the end, my castmates are my family. And it's gut-wrenching and traumatic to be torn apart.