Alright, I'll mention that as well.
Since I am in a rush I'll make this post with help of some copy paste actions from a text from a site that was made before the film was released, but I changed that a tiny bit since it's done now:
"In Line for Anne Frank"
Day in, day out, year after year, a long line can be seen in front of the Anne Frank House. A line of patient waiters, consisting of all possibly nationalities. They are there, because they want to enter the Anne Frank Museum, because they want to see the Achterhuis.
The hiding place of the most famous victim of the Second World War: Anne Frank.
In the documentary “In Line for Anne Frank” we see extraordinary stories from that line. Who are the people standing here? Where are they from, what do they expect? Are they involved citizens of the world who want to know everything about Anne Frank and her story? Or are they unknowing tourists on their tour of Amsterdam highlights?
We hear gripping and personal stories. E.g. an American, whose father died during the liberation, or girls who are the same age as Anne Frank. A German coping with feelings of guilt. A survivor from the same camp Auschwitz. Or an unsuspecting tourist who has just joined the line.
We see the visitors before and after their visit. At the entrance and at the exit. Never actually in the Achterhuis. What happened to them in there? How was it? Because briefly, they were in the same room as a girl who wanted to live in freedom, but couldn’t. Who wrote down what she felt and wrote history by doing so. We see visitors who come out, heads filled with emotions and stories. And what’s next? Into the city, reflecting, sharing stories or just on to Madame Tussaud?
The line is like a symbolic funnel. The whole world enters, is despite all the different backgrounds, briefly united in thoughts. And then there is the wry symbolism, because Anne Frank was eventually queuing too. In a line that would take her to the end of
her young life…