I was quite young, with my family and in our car, when I heard from the radio that Anna Anderson, a lifelong princess pretender, was dead. The announcer told about her and a strange image was stuck into my mind; for years I imagined a frightened young woman running and running, trying to find a place to hide, just glancing around with fear in her eyes. This sad story came back every now and then, and when I was in my pre-teens, reading a magazine, I found an article about Alexandras last diary and my heart went instantly to my throat; I combined these two things with each other, the words in my head and this fascinating story which was to read from this womans diary.
I was already interested in history and reading a lot, like young girls mostly do. I read every book I found about the IF. Their story just took me with it. The IF also represented kind of an escapistic place for me, a romantic teenager. They really helped me over that difficult period of life. My interest never went away but the passion of a teenager died a bit down after I grew older. I have bought books throughout these years but not all of them. I have become a bit sceptical or chynical about it all, but the IF is never going to let me go and I dont want to either. I also made my life choices partly inspirated by them, studied subjects that helped me to understand more previous generations and different cultures etc.
Part of my believe that AA was A is about the feeling I got when I heard the first time about her. About emotions, intuition, a childs deep trust in that people must be trustworthy or there is no logic or rules or society what so ever.
I know I am not wrong.
R