Title : Jackie
Author : Anne Frank
Date : ?
English Translation by: Michel Mok
Jackie stands at the open window in her little room and
breathes the fresh air. She’s hot and the bit of fresh air
feels good on her tearstained face.
She raises her eyes higher and higher, until at last she’s
looking up at the stars and the moon.
“Oh,” Jackie thinks. “I can’t go on. I haven’t even the
strength to be sad. Paul has left me, I’m all alone, maybe
for good, I just can’t go on, I can’t do anything, all I
know is that I’m in despair.” And while Jackie looks,
looks at the things of nature, which show her all their
beauty that day, she grows calm. As gust after gust of
wind blows through the trees outside the house, as the
sky darkens and the stars hide behind big, thick clouds,
which look like bundles of blotting paper in the cloudy
light and take on every conceivable shape, Jackie suddenly
feels that her despair is gone, that she’s still capable of
doing something, and that no one can take away the
happiness she feels inside her. “No one can do that,” she
whispers without knowing it. “Not even Paul.”
After standing at the window for an hour, Jackie has
recovered; she is still sad, but no longer in despair.
Anyone who looks at nature, which is the same as looking
into oneself, long and deeply enough, will, like Jackie,
be cured of all despair.