Anna Marta
05-25-2009, 05:23 AM
Have been asked to write about my concentration camp experience. I saw numerable DVDs and read books, articles and researched the holacaust before I went. NOTHING prepared me for what I saw and felt actually walking on that dirt!
Looking thru the 1st window at a ton of hair that had been shaved from living heads before death... 2nd window the bolt of cloth made from the hair and the tiny pigtails on it. Thousands of shoes, eye glasses, baby clothes, suitcases dated with birth and death dates.
The shear vastness of the area of Aus I being dwarfed by the size of Aus II Birkenau made me feel dizzy. I remember it being hard to breathe and a sense of dizziness and nausea, the tears that flowed without my awareness. And the terrible realization that I was shutting down slowly as my mind was trying to protect my psychological self. I remember wanting to touch the dirt and looking at the grass and trees... knowing they had been fertilized by ashes of "the innocent."
A glass globe filled with human ashes and bone pieces... Pictures, drawings, personal and intimate articles, gallows, torture rooms, ovens, gas chambers, bunks piled high in buildings that yet hold the sense of hopelessness and suffering and all the time the same answerless questions echoed all around us, "Why?" "Who could think of such a thing?"
I shall never be quite the same person again, of that I am sure.
Now in today's world I see the comparisons and I know the truth of the saying that today they came for "them" and if I say nothing -- tomorrow "they will come for me" and there will be no one left to speak. In the end we are all jews... to this world :(:(:(
We who know about the reality of abuse because we believed such a "believable lie" should be the first to comprehend the shock of these poor people when the truth struck them!
Some truths set you free and others reveal how you have been fooled and bound...
AM
Looking thru the 1st window at a ton of hair that had been shaved from living heads before death... 2nd window the bolt of cloth made from the hair and the tiny pigtails on it. Thousands of shoes, eye glasses, baby clothes, suitcases dated with birth and death dates.
The shear vastness of the area of Aus I being dwarfed by the size of Aus II Birkenau made me feel dizzy. I remember it being hard to breathe and a sense of dizziness and nausea, the tears that flowed without my awareness. And the terrible realization that I was shutting down slowly as my mind was trying to protect my psychological self. I remember wanting to touch the dirt and looking at the grass and trees... knowing they had been fertilized by ashes of "the innocent."
A glass globe filled with human ashes and bone pieces... Pictures, drawings, personal and intimate articles, gallows, torture rooms, ovens, gas chambers, bunks piled high in buildings that yet hold the sense of hopelessness and suffering and all the time the same answerless questions echoed all around us, "Why?" "Who could think of such a thing?"
I shall never be quite the same person again, of that I am sure.
Now in today's world I see the comparisons and I know the truth of the saying that today they came for "them" and if I say nothing -- tomorrow "they will come for me" and there will be no one left to speak. In the end we are all jews... to this world :(:(:(
We who know about the reality of abuse because we believed such a "believable lie" should be the first to comprehend the shock of these poor people when the truth struck them!
Some truths set you free and others reveal how you have been fooled and bound...
AM