Birkenau (The Gates of Hell) Auschwitz 2 Concentration and Extermination Camp, Poland

Birkenau (The Gates of Hell) Auschwitz 2 Concentration and Extermination Camp, Poland

The entrance gate into Birkenau Camp.

3. p74 -76: “An officer in grey SS uniform stands facing the lines of women and children. Dogs straining on short leashes held by SS soldiers flank him on both sides. He stops each line and regroups them. Some to his right and some to his left. Then he orders each line to march on. I tremble as I stand before him.
‘Goldenes Haar!’ he exclaims as he takes one of my long braids into his hand. I am not certain I heard it right. Did he say ‘golden hair’ about my braids?
‘Bist du Judin?’ Are you Jewish?
The question startles me. ‘Yes, I am Jewish.’
‘Wie alt bist du?’ How old are you?
‘I am thirteen.’
‘You are tall for your age. Is this your mother?’ He touches Mummy lightly on the shoulder: ‘You go with your mother.’ With his riding stick he parts aunt Szeren Neni from my mother’s embrace and gently shoves Mummy and me to the group moving to the right.
Mother embraces her fragile, older sister and turns to the SS officer, her voice a shrieking plea:
‘This is my sister, Herr Offizier, let me go with her! She is not feeling well. She needs me.’
‘You go with your daughter. She needs you more. March on! Los!
With an impatient move of his right hand he shoves mother towards me.
Then he glares angrily at my aunt: Move on! Los! You go that way!’ His stick points menacingly to the left…………..she turns again, mute fear lending her added fragility.
The road to the left leads to the gas chambers".
Ref:
Date:
Location:
Poland
Photographer:
Pat Burns

Birkenau (The Gates of Hell) Auschwitz 2 Concentration and Extermination Camp, Poland

The entrance gate into Birkenau Camp.

3. p74 -76: “An officer in grey SS uniform stands facing the lines of women and children. Dogs straining on short leashes held by SS soldiers flank him on both sides. He stops each line and regroups them. Some to his right and some to his left. Then he orders each line to march on. I tremble as I stand before him.
‘Goldenes Haar!’ he exclaims as he takes one of my long braids into his hand. I am not certain I heard it right. Did he say ‘golden hair’ about my braids?
‘Bist du Judin?’ Are you Jewish?
The question startles me. ‘Yes, I am Jewish.’
‘Wie alt bist du?’ How old are you?
‘I am thirteen.’
‘You are tall for your age. Is this your mother?’ He touches Mummy lightly on the shoulder: ‘You go with your mother.’ With his riding stick he parts aunt Szeren Neni from my mother’s embrace and gently shoves Mummy and me to the group moving to the right.
Mother embraces her fragile, older sister and turns to the SS officer, her voice a shrieking plea:
‘This is my sister, Herr Offizier, let me go with her! She is not feeling well. She needs me.’
‘You go with your daughter. She needs you more. March on! Los!
With an impatient move of his right hand he shoves mother towards me.
Then he glares angrily at my aunt: Move on! Los! You go that way!’ His stick points menacingly to the left…………..she turns again, mute fear lending her added fragility.
The road to the left leads to the gas chambers".
Ref:
Date:
Location:
Poland
Photographer:
Pat Burns