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“The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to it so far. Yes, why do they make still more gigantic planes, still heavier bombs and, at the same time, prefabricated houses for reconstruction? Why should millions be spent daily on the war and yet there's not a penny available for medical services, artists, or for poor people? Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?”

Quote by Anne Frank

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The diary of a young girl

This book is a compilation of personal entries and reflections written by Anne Frank, a Jewish girl who documented her experiences during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. The diary offers a unique perspective on the horrors of war and the resilience of the human spirit, as seen through the eyes of a child. more

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Anne Frank
Anne Frank

Anne Frank, born on June 12, 1929, was a renowned Jewish author. Her diary, 'The Diary of a Young Girl,' is a testament to the sufferings of Jews during World War II and a classic in world literature. She and her family hid from the Nazis in an Amsterdam hiding place during the war, and her diary, written during this time, later became widely read. Anne Frank died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in 1945. more

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