WALK IN MY SHOES |
Collected Memories of the Holocaust |
HOLOCAUST AND WORLD WAR II |
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as told by Peter Kleinmann in his
autobiographical memoir. |
We, the Muselmanner, were escorted to a holding barrack, where our numbers were recorded. I was asked by a man in a prisoner's uniform, "Deine Nummer?" I replied, "Acht, drei, eins, funf, null" "Deine Nummer?" he repeated to the next in line. The sound of his voice was familiar."Moishe Avrum?" "Warum kennst du meinen Namen?" "Du bist mein Bruder!" My brother, whom I had not seen in five years, was a Schreiber, a prisoner who worked as a clerical worker. In this nightmare, the Nazis brought two brothers face to face--one processing the other to his death. When recounting this I am distraught, as it is intrinsic to human nature to try and bestow a meaning or a significance to the past. I know that there is no meaning, nothing on which to base understanding and no means to communicate the evil. l fear that if we understood we would be one step closer to the evil. Truth is always on the way. It is not fixed to a time and never becomes final. Survivors are fixed in a time unknown to others. We cannot fly back to these truths and perhaps they are better left hidden in our memory. Within limits, we may have knowledge of these events, which we can hope will improve us. Reason and logic will not guide the thinker undisturbed on this path. Sometimes thought cannot be expressed in language.
It has been said thought is the talk that
one's soul has with oneself. Because thought involves visual and not
just reflective elements, this particular time is even more difficult to
translate into words. Because thought also involves a kind of dwelling
place for the mind in which man can live, it becomes increasingly
difficult to continue living in this world without conveying those
thoughts that pertain to this past horror. l find myself in the curious
predicament of having to explain the impossible.
From 1941 to 1944, Bumi worked in the
Hungarian labour brigade in Kosice, Khust, Lotassa, and in copper mines
in Bor, Yugoslavia. In Bor, he escaped a massacre of approximately 3,000
Jews in the labour battalion. He was captured by the Germans in October
1944, in Beograd, and sent to Flossenburg in January 1945. Because I was emaciated and unable to keep down food, the camp doctor, Karl Schreider, who was a privileged inmate, reduced my food ration. After regaining weight, I went to work in the kitchen and did general cleaning of the Appelplatz, barracks, and Nazi offices. The Germans were horrified about the possibility of contracting typhus. They had been subject to years of propaganda in which the world was polarized into two camps: the vermin and victims of vermin. Lice and other forms of vermin, which to many included Jews, were horrible and feared by the common man. This fear translated itself into the most literal of actions. Keeping the barracks and latrines clean was one of their highest priorities. Many textures of fear surfaced in the different circumstances in which I found myself. Twenty-four hours a day in the Muselmann barrack, I lived in terror of being discovered. I always anticipated the pain of the next blow while I worked in the quarries and on the railroad. The torment that my mind would never rise from the embers of its near-destruction was always with me. Indeed, l questioned whether I could even refer to myself as having a mind as I once knew it. From the beginning of April 1945, the sound of aircraft became more frequent during the day. On 15 April 1945, the day before the inmates of the camp were sent on a death march, my brother brought me to the typhus ward and told me to keep my body covered. He knew that the hospital would not be evacuated. Two days later, about 3,000 of the 15,000 inmates that were evacuated from the camp returned from the march. We left the infirmary and joined them. Because the SS men and Wehrmacht were in a chaotic frenzy, Bumi and I returned to the hospital fearing that there may be another evacuation. |
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