Auschwitz death camp

They often say that those deported to Poland locked in “sealed” cars, not allowing them to drink or eat. Of course, this is the wagon for a cattle drive. The third class carry the load. They say also about the “cars of chlorine”. Chlorine allegedly scattered on the floor. Quite a bit of water — any water — to turn it into a suffocating gas. But it is not. No chlorine no. Cars are not sealed. So fear alternates with hope. At stops you can even get out. In Tarvisio you can buy wines. Devil is not so terrible as he is painted. Then it will be much worse. But soon would come. Even without chlorine, no lead this trip — a real torture.

Auschwitz. 40 square kilometers of land surrounded by barbed wire under high voltage. The first thing that meets you is the smell of burnt flesh, the stench of latrines, decomposition. Red lights is a crematoria ovens. Seven, a magic number.


In Auschwitz reigns work. Large posters read: “Arbeit macht frei”, work makes you free. But they have not yet seen. Newcomers lined up in ranks of five, they pass on a long straight road along the barbed fence. From time to time on the way there are stands for machine guns. The stench is getting stronger. The barrack bunks. Three hours of the night. Suddenly, the bunks someone with a stick. This ascent. A little later, if they don’t Wake up immediately, blows with sticks blindly pouring on their bodies. But in the camp begin to work at four o’clock in the morning. Arbeit macht frei. Of course, the newcomers have yet to be allocated for the work, but they have to get used to. Before you distribute the job, you are quarantined. The Germans are closely monitoring the hygiene. Let all these people should be killed, but the Germans want them to be healthy. So fun to kill.


Toilet. Away civilian clothes. And God forbid you to save something, especially money, and especially gold. Saving gold is equivalent to sabotage and is punishable by execution. A strange feature for a mode that demonstrates to gold disregard…

Instead of the civilian clothing issued camp clothing. Got it at random from the pile of rags. Rags but disinfected. From robes are often left alone hole. Grace here you do not require. One prisoner complains that he got too small in size. The warden reassures him: “don’t worry, soon lose weight.”

Ready. All dressed in a robe. All become brothers in rags. But in this garb can hide other unseen visitors and dangers: malaria, gastric fever, typhus, dysentery. The water in the camp can not drink, only after boiling. Then it becomes red and causes nausea. A poster warning against lice: “head Lice is your death.” But the camp authorities are looking for this. During the frequent medical examinations they check if there’s “exiles” lice. Examinations are held for a long time. Often have to wait outside in 20-degree and even more bitter cold. This death, but no lice.

Auschwitz is divided into seven camps, each consisting of 30 barracks, each barrack from 800 to 1,000 inmates. Everywhere crowded. Each camp is designated for its letter. Each letter has its own tragic history. In camp E once lucky 4800 Roma, which was drafted, or even more likely, “grabbed” in Hungary. Gypsies like freedom in its purest form. They could not understand that labor is “free”. Especially this strange work. And all of them EN masse was in the ovens of the crematorium. The smell of burnt flesh is a smell of burned people.


In the other camp were Kalmyks. Captured by the Germans, they served them, but showed excessive zeal. When they had to escort 500 Russian prisoners, they killed 450 of them, because of the different kinds of rebellions. Survivors, prisoners in the same camp, if faced with the Kalmyk, lowered his head in a cesspool, without calculations, how much time he will be able to breathe. To avoid this, the Germans sent to the crematorium all of the Kalmyks. Such a fate is always waiting for slaves who have no morals.

One camp was designated for women, they were under the supervision of young Polish prostitutes. When women were brought into the camp, they were herded under the scalding shower, shaved body hair, on the head. “Lice is your death.” They were not even like women, they looked like poor mannequins who are wearing wigs. In the end, why should they have to be women? They were rooms. And men’s and women’s rooms do not exist. So they ceased to be women, food had to be white powder, saving them from periodic inconveniences. Blood held thus folded in clots, causing inflammation, turning into abscesses and sores. Hygiene! For hygiene is also required gymnastics. So from time to time the unfortunate prisoners had to run naked through the camp. When they ran near the guards, on their already exhausted bodies rained down blows with the whip, leaving another scar or bruise. But it was just rooms and rooms do not suffer. At least, have no right to suffer.

Hygiene! To maintain hygiene you need to wash. Each camp had 12 hot showers. They are not enough. They had to wait their turn outside, naked, because at this time, the disinfected clothes. Disinfection is very conducive to hygiene. However, due to waiting in the cold, developed pneumonia, and on such a scale that it worried even the SS. Bruno Piazza are lucky enough to avoid the shower. In a moment he was at the doctor in the ambulance, where he was supposed to handle it with gasoline.


After the prisoners were going through their robes, a woman, painted on their backs two huge red cross, and two red stripes on the pants. The jacket was also written KL a concentration camp. The woman was Jewish. Her eyes to the crematorium sent her father, mother and two younger brothers. Another brother, the eldest, died from blows with a stick. She was subjected to severe beatings in the morning until the evening. Then she took the liking of one Lieutenant and CC lived, drawing in red marker the camp: Arbeit macht frei. Work will set you free.

Small numbers

All was supposed to be his order. The man was dying. Even when life brought him to the room and this room was located on the left hand in the form of a tattoo. He was no longer “so-and-so from such-and-so, son…” No, he was a nobody, and anyone’s son. Just a number or case. The rooms were big and small. Last — up to 20 thousand — were mostly sentenced to death. Crematorium ovens could consume them in the shortest possible time. Rooms from 20 thousand and above excluded the crematorium. These could die any other way — spontaneously, or something accelerated this tip: disease, starvation, beating, longing. But as long as you don’t die in one of these ways, the furnace did not threaten you. Such privileged were called “political”. Nobody knew about the magical effect of these numbers. Even the Piazza. So, when he has tattooed the number 190 712, he didn’t know he had a reason to celebrate.

In the crematorium (for killing) was sent after fainting. During the periodic inspections have been solved, who is still fit to work and who is not. Work will set you free. It was mainly to be carried on the back to run hundreds of kilograms of potatoes or bricks. Nutrition labor the destruction was not taken into account. Soon all became skeletons. Then the machine ceased to be able-bodied and destroyed in the fire. Work will set you free.

When you drag the potato was very disturbed wooden shoes, which prisoners wore instead of shoes, they are not tied, often stuck in the mud, you could always fall. So fell the accountant Jon from Turin. The warden that he quickly got up, struck him two blows in the ribs, which proved fatal for him. One SS officer said to him: “well Done, has done well”.

Work will set you free.