The Peace Prize of the German Book Trade (German: Friedenspreis des Deutschen Buchhandels) is an international peace prize given yearly at the Frankfurt Book Fair in the Paulskirche in Frankfurt am Main, Germany. It has been awarded by the Börsenverein des Deutschen Buchhandels since 1950 and the winner is remunerated with €25,000.
Traditionally, the President of Germany and leading political, cultural and diplomatic persons attend the ceremony and ZDF TV covers the event.
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