Journal of Curt Abramovitz
July 4th 1942
Dear
Journal,
Today
I was shipped off to Ravensbruck via train, leaving behind my friends in
Strasburg. The Government official, Mr, told me and some others in our town to
get on the train to be safe. It was strange how they only seemed to take Jews. Up
until now, the town was peaceful despite the war going on in the world. The train ride here was absolutely deplorable. There were human faeces and the sick and
diseased, and even some dead bodies by the end of it. It was all very
terrifying, but I was trying to keep a brave face for my little girl Ariel.
When we arrived they told me she had to go with the other children and the old
and I let her go, my poor, poor girl. That
was the last I saw of her. I hope she’s in a better place.
July 14th 1942
Dear
Journal,
This
place is horrible. The evil Nazis gave
me a badge to identify me as a Jew yesterday and ever since they have been
treating me worse and worse, though I suppose I have it better than my Aunt
Ranita who was sent to Auschwitz the year previous. I was told she died slowly.
They have put me in tailoring, apparently for the Nazi garments. Why, I wonder,
should I be helping these disgusting pigs, I will never know.
July 15th 1942
Dear
Journal,
One of
the prison wardens walked past while my friend Lorenzo was jeering about Adolph
Hitler. They shot him dead in a matter of seconds and sent me off to ‘the dig’
as a punishment for being there. I’ve been told by many people that if you are
sent to the dig, you’re sentenced to death. Sadly, dearest journal, I must go
to bed. As I am in a small bed with five
people: Derrick, Bogumil, Alexei, Abraham and myself, I am not able to stay
awake with the candle lit writing if I don’t want to be punched in the face.
July 16th 1942
Dear
Journal,
Digging
is a nightmare. First they had me dig a massive hole, then I had to carry dead
bodies and drop them in it. This camp has taught me to be numb about
everything, including my feelings. So I couldn’t say anything or be sad even
when I pushed a cart full of dead babies to their resting places. After we put
the deceased: no I mustn’t call them that, I must be numb. After we put the
bodies into the holes, we had to bury them mixed with the ashes of the cremated
Jews. This must’ve been what happened to Ariel, oh my sweet daughter, please
forgive me for my sins, as I know God will never.
July 20th 1942
Dear
Journal,
Today
my supervisor, a 'veteran' prisoner called Aleksy told us something very
interesting. He said he wanted us to know what the Nazis really think as they
are his friends. He works with the Nazi dogs as he is trusted, the damned
traitor. Anyway, he heard them talking about why they're doing this, why
they're treating us like this. They said that they were only here because they
were under threat of punishment from their Generals and they needed the money
for their families. Aleksy must have said this so I would understand that they
are not all bad people, but I only feel pure rage. I hope these Nazi demons die
slowly and I hope their wives starve and their children bleed, as my dear Ariel
bled.
July 30th 1942
Dear
Journal,
Today
I had to take some bodies up to the crematorium to be burned to ashes. I found
out that the Sonderkommando died regularly and I have counted myself lucky I am
not one of them. Nobody has said as such, but it seems that the Nazis are
trying to kill all of us Jews. Oh my dear journal, my only friend left in this
retched world, I did a most terrible thing this afternoon. I ran away from my
post. I was meant to watch over while the Sonderkommando’s went to lunch so I
did. But then I heard the screams, the terrified and agonized yells of some of
the people in there. I had heard rumours that they locked some workers in there
alive if they didn’t do their job properly. Oh God, please believe me, I tried
to get them out but I couldn’t; the door was locked. Oh Lord, I’m so sorry that
I ran, but I couldn’t bare to listen to the screams. I’m afraid they’ll haunt
me for the rest of my life if I get out of this one alive (oh who am I kidding,
we will all die anyway, there is no hope left for us).
August 15th 1942
There
is no God. There I said it. How could there be, in a world as atrocious as ours?
I fear that the only God is Death, so maybe I shall pray to him instead. Those
damned Nazis threw me into that terrifying crematorium and I thought I was done
for, but at least I would re-join Ariel, so I went with open arms, embracing a
merciful end to this torture. But, woe to me, I had to live on. They made it my
mission to clean out the ashes of my deceased brethren. I would be sorry for
their souls, but I do not care. I am not human, I am numb. This is what I have learned from this camp
and I cannot stand it. I fear my time is coming to a close.
August 20th 1942
My
dear, dear friend, my precious journal, I am afraid that I must say goodbye.
You have helped me through these tough times and I thank you, but I must move
on. After losing Ariel and all my few friends, I cannot bare to live any
longer. I shall embrace my Lord Death with open arms and be glad. And for the
last time, goodbye journal, now I’m off to the crematorium, where I hope I
shall see my sweet Ariel once again, oh I hope…