The title refers to both the physical hiding place, where the ten Boom family hid Jews from the Nazis, and also to the Scriptural message found in Psalm 119:114: "Thou art my hiding place and my shield...."[1]
Corrie suffers a moral crisis over the lying, theft, forgery and bribery that are necessary to keep the Jews that her family is hiding. Moreover, it is unlikely that her family would get away with helping Jews for long, as they had nowhere to hide them. The Dutch underground arranges for a secret room to be built in the Béjé so that the Jews would have a place to hide during an inevitable raid.
The fight between lies and truth take place in the battlefield of my mind. The renegade thoughts attempt to disrupt the peace of God in my heart and to push me out of the hiding place. The truth of who Christ is and who I am and whose I am, keep me in the hiding place. Could taking my thoughts captive be another way of saying that I am hidden in Christ?
The world outside of the light is dark and scary and it is hard to find the way. That place, the darkness, is just a step away from the light. One step and I can be plunged into the darkness. One step back and I find the light of his hiding place.
During the war, there were between 300,000 and 330,000 people in hiding in the Netherlands. This included 28,000 Jews. This may not be very many in relation to the total number of people who were hiding, but as a percentage of the Jewish community of 140,000 people it was a substantial number.
In many Jewish families this call led to heated discussions about whether or not to go into hiding. With hindsight this may seem incomprehensible, but at the time the decision was by no means self-evident. For many people, entering the world of illegality was entirely against their nature, particularly as the Jewish Council was also against the decision: as it was impossible for everyone to go into hiding, no one should do so. In addition, for many people it was unthinkable to be separated from their family members.
The extreme dependence on often unknown people was another obstacle, and there were also more practical objections: for example, it would be impossible to continue to observe all the religious rules in a Christian family where Jews could go into hiding.
When Margot was called up on 5 July 1942, this was the signal for the Frank family to go into hiding. Despite months of preparations, the organization with regard to the Secret Annex was quite haphazard at first. Going into hiding was still an unknown phenomenon and none of those involved had any experience of it.
Most Jews did not have a hiding place where they could go with the whole family or the possibility of preparing thoroughly for going into hiding. Many people who went into hiding ended up in the country; there was more food available there during the war and farmers could always use cheap labour.
During the course of 1942 the process of going into hiding became increasingly well organized and there were small networks to find hiding places in different parts of the country. Often there was a charismatic figure at the centre who had many contacts in the area and a heart in the right place.
The places where people went into hiding varied enormously in type and size. In the city the spaces were often small and the people in hiding had to remain absolutely quiet; the walls were thin and the slightest noise could betray their presence to the neighbours.
In the country there was more room, although this did not necessarily mean that the living conditions were any better. Some people went into hiding in the forests, building huts and digging underground tunnels. At a later stage, the organizers regularly used empty chicken runs to accommodate Jews, but these were very uncomfortable and obviously icy cold, particularly in winter.
When there was any danger, the people in hiding often had to flee immediately and look for a new address. It was extremely unusual to hide in one place for a long time as Anne Frank and her family did.
The Jewish people who went into hiding usually arrived in the dark; after all, it was dangerous to be seen outside. Nevertheless, there were some Jewish people in hiding who did go outside during the day. This happened particularly during the last two years of the occupation when illegal identity papers, virtually indistinguishable from the real thing, were produced on a large scale.
For example, the Jewish writer Hans Keilson, who was in hiding with a Christian family in Delft, regularly went out into the street and even had discussions with passers-by. However, most people in hiding considered the street to be enemy territory and tried to keep well away.
Some people in hiding ended up at a relatively safe and affordable address with good provisions and sufficient space and privacy. The Secret Annex was one of these places. But even there it was not possible to escape the physical and mental deprivations of being in hiding.
Many people in hiding went hungry, as did the residents of the Secret Annex, who were faced with scarce supplies and a lack of food, particularly during the last years of the war. In addition, hiding could be mentally exhausting. Monotony and boredom were always lying in wait, as was loneliness.
However, in many cases, a special relationship developed between the people in hiding and those who were hiding them, and many of the survivors kept in touch with their helpers. In retrospect, these difficult years had often been the most intense time of their life for both those in hiding and their helpers.
When Anne and the other residents of the Secret Annex went into hiding, their situation was possibly exceptional in several respects, but their arrest was not. Of the 28,000 Jewish people in hiding in the Netherlands, about 12,000 were arrested, just over 42 per cent. This was primarily the result of a sophisticated system of premiums introduced by the Germans to tempt police officers and citizens to betray people in hiding.
However, their experience of being in hiding was very similar to other Jewish people in hiding in the Netherlands and was characterized by deprivation and emotions which were inextricably linked to a lengthy and uncertain time spent living a life of illegality. So life in the Secret Annex may have seemed relatively comfortable, but it was in no way comparable to staying in a guesthouse, no matter how special.
...And it basically sets you up to be disappointed with every fetch/escort quest that comes afterward. Its one of the first quests any new character will do, and it is unlike any quest that comes after it. There is clandestine spying, a time of day trigger, it takes place in the middle of a town, & its the most scripting you'll see on an NPC outside of combat. Seriously, have you seen another NPC crouch & sneak anywhere else in this game?
Okay, for three nights now I've hung around at the top of the lighthouse in Seyda Neen waiting for that stupid Elf to come a-sneaking into the swamp after Hrisskar wants to know where the hiding place is.
I've sadly had the some issue, and, after quite of bit of searching and prodding, found no solution. Until a script is added to Fargoth for him to go and activate the tree stump into a hiding place, we're just screwed. Which is inconvenient, as it is a very easy way for starter characters to make a decent bit of money (decent for a newly created character, that is).
I thought it's pretty obvious, and thre'll be atleast somebody to point onto this hiding place, but... maybe it prooves that it's really good hiding place, since nobody knows about it... Or maybe it's too obvious, that nobody actually mentions it...
Anyway, if you have a table with drawers, like mine, or similar piece of furniture, the chances are, you're already have pretty convenient hiding place. It's not perfect but it can serve for keeping your diaries from older brother or some booze from... yourself...
A lot of furniture is constructed this way, so you'll probably be able to find a hiding place like this somewhere at your home. Or, mabe, find something interesting in a place like this if you'll decide to explore...
Their family held weekly prayer service, open to all who wished to participate for over 100 years. This dedicated family welcomed anyone into their home who wished to pray, no matter what their religion was. This likely set them up in the community as the natural source of leadership, which was vital in saving hundreds of innocent lives in the coming years.
Casper Ten Boom, Corrie's father, began to have prayer meetings that included Jewish members in increasing numbers. The persecution of the Jewish people had started in Holland, and the need for a safe place became increasingly vital.
Their home was turned into a place of refuge, a Hiding Place, for as many as seven to ten Jewish people and the Dutch Underground members who were being hunted. Led by several generations of good examples, Corrie Ten Boom took the baton of the family with her faith in God and became the leader for the Dutch Underground in Haarlem.
When you enter the Museum, there doesn't appear to be many places to hide ten adults from the Gestapo. The guide leads you up into a large room and several chairs set up in a circle, just as it would have been in Corrie's time. There were pictures on the wall of family members, and Corrie Ten Boom herself.
After I acclimatized to all of the visual stimuli in the room, from the book Corrie Ten Boom write, and I so cherished as a child --- I noticed a sheet of music on the piano titled, "You are My Hiding Place". This touched me in a way that I didn't expect. Not only was the home itself a Hiding Place, but the songs that must have been sung here preached that God is our hiding place.
We were taken upstairs and told of how there was a bell in the kitchen downstairs that would be pressed, and only the people there for hiding could hear it. Once the bell rung, they would rush into a room at the back that had a false back on the bottom half of the bookshelf.
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