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Prinsengracht is a tree-lined cobbled street like many another beside Amsterdam's canals. On a houseboat across from no. 263, sunbathing youths ignore a stream of visitors to the tall, narrow dwelling. But who on leaving that house can help pausing to look at them, while thinking of a young girl denied friends and freedom because she was born a Jew. Anne Frank was barely thirteen when she came into hiding in this Prinsengracht apartment, not quite sixteen when she died of typhus and malnutrition in a German concentration camp. The building is a museum now, to remind us of the 125,000 Dutch Jews who died in World War 11's camps, and Anne in particular because of her famous diary.