I'VE BEEN TO AUSCHWITZ . . .
for my Mother

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The buildings of the main camp are made of red bricks, still look solid

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The iron gate welcomes with the inscription:
ARBEIT MACHT FREI -- WORK LIBERATES.

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Inside, several huge rooms each filled with hair, combs, prosthetics . . .

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. . . eyeglasses, razors, belts, shoes . . .
. . . many of them children shoes, toys, dolls . . .

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. . . the sister-camp of Brzezinka -- Birkenau, Birch Forest . . .
The forest of chimneys spread for miles along the railway tracks welcomes us...

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. . . barracks were burned, to cover the crimes . . .
only a few survived and the dead forest of chimneys

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Gas chambers . . . at the end of the tracks, crematoria-furnaces right behind, all’s neat and efficient, 3 million people were killed here


the above slide shows the gate to the camp of Brzezinka
gass chambers and crema were behind me when I was taking this picture

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She’s already taken off, marches, measures her steps, like someone who knows exactly where she is going.
I follow her into one of the barracks.

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. . . an alcove maybe 2 by 2 yards. . .
10-12 women shared the bunk, one sometimes two blankets
“It wasn't all bad. We cuddled when it was cold.”

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"one who does not remember the mistakes of history is bound to relive them"

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Mother

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