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These empty rooms devoid of life, behind a bookcase in the hall. This was, for a time, our home while the Germans held the Dutch in thrall. My wife since dead from huger, my daughters in a common grave. I, Otto Frank, the sole survivor. Is there no one I can save? Annelise, my dearest daughter, Miep Gies gave me your book. The Germans cast it on the floor without a second look. Here in your words I find perhaps not all of you has died. Here in print your words may speak for all who suffered, all who cried. Its small comfort for an old man, broken, ready for the grave, but my girl might be a symbol for all those we could not save.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
The Diary
These empty rooms devoid of life, behind a bookcase in the hall. This was, for a time, our home while the Germans held the Dutch in thrall. My wife since dead from huger, my daughters in a common grave. I, Otto Frank, the sole survivor. Is there no one I can save? Annelise, my dearest daughter, Miep Gies gave me your book. The Germans cast it on the floor without a second look. Here in your words I find perhaps not all of you has died. Here in print your words may speak for all who suffered, all who cried. Its small comfort for an old man, broken, ready for the grave, but my girl might be a symbol for all those we could not save.
Otto Frank's discovery of the diary that would become known as the diary of Anne Frank. She would have turned 85 this year had she lived
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
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