On August 4, 1944, an Austrian Gestapo officer and his Dutch subordinates came to arrest the eight Jews who had been hiding in the attic above a warehouse for two years. The eight prisoners were taken to a deportation camp where they were then sent to Auschwitz. The only survivor was Otto Frank.

Among the eight prisoners was Anne Frank, a 13-year-old girl and one of the youngest prisoners at the time of her arrest. The diary that Anne received for her thirteenth birthday recounts how she and her family endured under those circumstances during which she and her family hid. Anne made her final entry in the diary 70 years ago; it is because of her story that we will be able to remember the names, the quirks, and the characters of the eight people who shared the secret annex and their brave Dutch helpers. It is because of her story that we are able to recount the tragedies that so many people endured and the millions who died.

Her story has become a classic of world literature, translated, reprinted and read throughout the world.

In her last entry Anne Frank wrote: “…  Believe me, I’d like to listen, but it doesn’t work, because if I’m quiet and serious, everyone thinks I’m putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I’m not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be ill, stuff me with aspirins and sedatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can’t keep it up any more, because when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if … if only there were no other people in the world.”

Yours, Anne M. Frank