"No decent person dies in vain. Anne Frank certainly didn't. But she didn't die for something, rather she lived for something - she lived in spite of death."

The edition of the diary, which was published 76 years ago, sees the light of day with a new foreword and afterword, chronology, illustrative material, and a larger than before, 16-page photo appendix.

Anne Frank's diary is a timeless read, it speaks both to young people struggling with problems similar to hers, to older people who want to understand them better, and to all those who want to know what happened to the families hiding in the back tract of Prinsengracht 263 in Amsterdam under Hitler's occupation.

Anne Frank kept a diary between June 12, 1942 and August 1, 1944: at first she only wrote to herself, later, when she decided to become a famous writer, she took out her old writings and methodically rewrote and corrected them. He planned to write a book about the war based on his diary and paint a true picture of the years of German occupation in the Netherlands. His early death - shortly before his sixteenth birthday in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp - prevented him from realizing his plan.

Her diary was found by Miep Gies, who was hiding the Frank family, and kept it safe after the family was taken away on August 8, 1944, and after the war she gave it to Anne's father, Otto Frank, unread. The book was first published in 1947, edited by Otto Frank, and has since been read by millions worldwide.

"The whole world knows Anne. Why? Because she wrote. Because in her diary she turned the past into the present, the dead into the living. Through the miracle of words. Through the miracle of literature. Anne Frank's diary is not only a document of suffering and the Jewish fate, but also a also the story of a child who finds himself in this fate, as a result of this fate. ... He learned to love, judge, forgive, laugh at, understand - he learned what fear and satisfaction, luck and misfortune - and he registered everything he experienced in words. "Writing became his passion, his inner need, thanks to this, his diary became literature, and his name became a symbol of all those whose fate he shared." - Ágnes Heller