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SRU: Sobibor
By shalimar
It was the end of the day here in Rotterdam. I could see
the Allies bombers returning to England from their raids in
Germany as they flew near the city. The shells from the
German cannons were exploding like blossoms of black
orchards below the squadron above as it flew back to
England. Recently there were rumors that the Allies had
invaded Italy and the Russians were beginning to push west.
That was part of the reason that my family had hope. I was
beginning to believe my immediate family would survive the
constant attacks that these German occupiers and their
boorish Dutch henchmen gave us.
Another reason that gave my family hope that we would
survive this stupid war is that we recently received the
coveted stamps on our internal passports allowing my family
to live and work in this seaport city. I was allowed to be
a dockworker, hauling the goods on and off the ships. It
was hard work, but the Germans needed me to continue their
war. I was usually able to eat comparatively well at the
docks, although as a Jew I had to eat in special places.
Also, I got paid poorly because of my "race." Even if my
boss wanted to pay me more, he wasn't allowed to by the
German authorities.
We had finished our dinner, such as it was. We were eating
nearly rotten potatoes and some bad fruit. The greengrocer
that my wife, Heidi, was allowed to buy from had only bad
fruit and vegetables. It was not the grocer's fault. He
could only buy what he was allowed to buy from the German
authorities. He was as restricted in his movements as my
family and I were.
But, I was actually happy. I was beginning to look forward
to making a shekeeyanu (prayer of thanksgiving) because our
lives were being spared from this terrible nightmare. My
little son, Isaac, noticed that I was humming.
"Is papa happy?" my four-year-old asked as I sat in an easy
chair.
"Papa is very happy," I replied as I picked up my big boy
and put him on my lap.
My six-year-old daughter, Rachael, joined him on my other
lap. In another chair, Heidi was crocheting. Except for the
fact that we were emaciated, it was a typical domestic
scene, one that Heidi and I had hopes for before that mad
man began this stupid war.
Suddenly there was a knock on our front door. Calmly I went
to it and opened it up. Four SS solders were there
brandishing rifles behind their officer who was dressed
impeccably in his uniform. I stood between them and my
family.
"Come with us," the lieutenant said.
"We have stamps that say we can live and work here," I
replied. "Heidi, get my passport, please."
She got up and went into the bedroom. A few seconds later
she came back in and showed the officer my passport. It had
the coveted official stamp
"Sorry, but you must come with us," he replied after
looking over the document.
"I will go peacefully," I replied.
"All of you," he calmly demanded.
Heidi gave me a look of fright. I looked calmly to her and
the children, although I was just as scared as her. I wish
that I could calm her, but I know that when they come for
you like this it could be a disaster.
"Do we need anything?" I asked.
"Just your papers. We will pack up for you," was his reply.
What could we do, but follow these hoods out the door. They
took us out of the apartment, down the stairs and out the
door. I noticed that the sun was setting near England that
warm summer night, Britain where hopefully our rescuers
would come. We had to stand there with other people while
the solders checked us for weapons and other items, as if
our people would be allowed to have guns. Most of us wore
the yellow star, although some people wore pink triangles,
and one couple each wore a brown bar. Where the Gypsies
came from I don't know. Yes, I have helped the underground
with information about what came on the ships, usually
through Heidi, but I was not a regular. I was too afraid,
so I never went on the raids. I would have been considered
a civilian.
They did a strip search, with the men in front of the women
and the women in front of the men. These "civilized" men
didn't care about how they humiliated us. There was no
concern for the basic modesty of the individual. They
considered themselves part of the Master Race. They
believed they created and were the inheritors of Western
Civilization, which was as far as they were concerned, the
only true civilization. But for them the rules of that
civilization didn't apply to them now, because we were the
Undermenchen, the sub-humans.
They put us into a truck waiting on the street. I helped
Heidi and the children into the truck before followed them.
Our truck had mainly women and children on it, and we had
to stand to fit to fit everyone. Other trucks passed us
just as packed with people. All these trucks sped off
towards the Vught Transportation Camp. It was difficult to
stand the entire distance as our truck to speed around
curves.
One old man never made it that far as he died on the truck.
I found out later that this was just another raid on our
community. As usual for these raids, there were over 1000
of us "arrested" and sent to this transfer camp. We were
afraid of what would happen next. There were rumors that we
would be sent east. No one had ever received any mail from
anyone sent east for more than a few months.
When we got to the camp, the Germans selected us. Most of
us would be going on the train in the morning. That group
included my wife and children. When we found out, I hugged
and kissed Heidi, and the children. We had tears as we
kissed for the last time. I saw them go to one barrack, and
I was sent to another one. It was the last time I ever saw
my family.
Early the next morning, the SS guards woke us and mustered
outside my barracks for the morning roll call. As this was
happening, I saw a train loading behind me. To my
disappointment, I could not see anyone in my family in the
confusion.
I was put to work in the Menist industry, which was sorting
the luggage that was left behind by some of the other
deportees. For just over two weeks I was that rag sorter.
On two occasions I found luggage belonging to friends of
mine. I worried about them as much as I worried about my
Heidi, Rachael, and Isaac. I feared for the fate of my
friends as much as for the fate of my family.
Fifteen days after I arrived at the camp I was selected for
the next train. Again early the next morning I was roused
out of my bed. This time I was brought to the freight yard
in the back of the station. The station was inside the
camp. There were hundreds of other people milling around
the freight yard. I was amazed at the confusion. The Dutch
SS and their dogs handled the boarding. We were packed 40
people to a car. There was straw on the bottom of the
boxcars. The straw was a waste. There was little room for
us to move around in. Most of us had the yellow star that
told the authorities we were Jewish. A few had pink
triangles. A few from the special camp were also on the
train. These people were considered hardened criminals by
the authorities. Some of their crimes were being part of
the resistance.
Forty to a car was tight enough that only some of us could
sit or lie down. As I was one of the first in the car, I
decided to be by a wall so I could lean against the wall of
the car. About an hour after we entered the boxcar it
lurched forward and we started to move slowly out of the
station. There were women and children in my car. Many of
both were crying during the trip. I consoled some as bet as
I could during the trip.
I believe that the top speed of this train may have been 50
kilometers an hour. However, by sunset we were in Germany
and across the Rhine. I talked to some of the people
briefly. After a while I gave up my spot against the wall
of the boxcar. I noticed that most of the others were as
scared as I was. It was the unknown that we were afraid of.
As we rode through the night I thought of Heidi and our
children. When I regained a wall, I slept leaning against
that wall. I didn't know were we were going, but I feared
that everything wasn't right. There were rumors in
Rotterdam that we were headed to a place to be killed. That
didn't make sense. It would make more sense for the Nazis
to have the men do the heavy and dangerous jobs such as
screwing the fuses on their bombs. The women could work as
seamstresses sewing the uniforms for the Nazi military or
crawling in small holes that most men would consider too
small. No one would purposely murder a whole population for
no reason. These thoughts entered my dreams as I fell
asleep against that wall.
Several times that day the train stopped for water for the
engine. At these stops I heard the German solders talking
to each other, but they never opened the doors to give us
fresh air, nor gave us anything to eat or drink.
Occasionally the plea for something was greeted with a
gunshot. They left the body for the locals to burry. On the
second day an old lady in our car took her last breath. The
Germans didn't care that someone actually died in that
boxcar. The Germans let her stay there in our car, slumped
on the floor until we disembarked.
Late that afternoon our train went through a rainstorm. I
stuck out my hand through some broken slats of the car to
get some of the rain. I first gave some water to the
children in the car. Then like the others at the walls of
the boxcar I help distribute the water to the rest of the
passengers. Some didn't need the water, as there were leaks
in the roof of our boxcar. Many of us were drenched.
That night I felt the train go backwards. I had hopes that
the Allies had destroyed a bridge or large section of rail.
It would mean that ours would not be the only train delayed
or rerouted by this inconvenience. I smiled as I remembered
an old English saying, "For want of a nail a shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe a horse was lost. For want of a horse a
rider was lost. For want of a rider a kingdom was lost." It
described the last successful invasion of England. Napoleon
couldn't do it, and Hitler wouldn't do it either.
After about a half a day we started to go forward again. I
noticed we had to go through mountains. As we were heading
east during this time, I assume that we were in the Alps.
The delay in total was almost two days and a half as I
noticed we were going down onto the plains again. Based on
the shadows I was able to see from the boxcar I knew we
were still on the north slope of the Alps. Again we were
heading East towards the Russian front. On the second night
the train stopped near Warsaw. I was able to see the sign
in both Polish and German at the station just before we
stopped. In the early morning sun the train again lurched
forward.
We traveled for another day. Again we stopped for the
night. This time near Lublin. We started to move again as
the sun brought its morning light to this region of the
world. About two hours later I smelled what seemed like
burning meat. I faintly smelled that same meat when we were
near Lublin. What bothered me is that I couldn't tell what
kind of meat it was. It smelled like chicken fat, yet I
knew it wasn't. But it was getting stronger as we slowed at
a railway junction. A few minutes later we heard the doors
of the boxcars open and I smelled what would have been
fresh air if it weren't for that burning meat smell. I saw
the sign at the station. It said, "Sobibor." Above the camp
itself were the words, "Arbeit macht frei" ? work makes you
free.
"Out," a German soldier shouted at us.
It took almost fifteen minutes for us to get out of the
boxcar. After getting out myself, I helped some of the
others out. The only one left in the car was the dead
woman.
"Get that body out!" the German guard shouted to me and
another man.
We retrieved the woman who was laid out in front of the
other passengers.
We were then given orders to take the woman through the
gate where others would tell us what to do with the body.
The guard pointed to where we should go. It was to a
crematorium. As I got closer I knew what the meat was I had
smelled. It was human. There were probably thousands of
bodies that would have had to be burned for that smell to
be so prevalent in the air.
I then knew what would happen to us. We were going to be
killed. Those bastards were going to murder us simply
because we were Jews. Nervously we went to the gate.
The guard simply told us, "It is time to take a shower," as
he handed us each a bar of soap and pointed to a barn like
building.
We headed to the barn like door and waited.
A young woman dressed in prison garb, came up to us and
said, "Please remove your clothes here. I see you already
have your bars of soap."
We were joined by boys and other men, as we got undressed.
Then two men opened the doors for us. They asked us to walk
in. There were shower stalls on all the walls and in rows.
We were so crowded in it was difficult to walk around. I
ended up at the left wall walking in the direction we
entered the showers. The doors were closed behind us and
locked. Glancing up I noticed the holes in the ceiling that
didn't make sense.
"OH, MY G_D! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL US!" I shouted.
'What is this?' I asked myself a few seconds later. 'I must
be going crazy.'
The reality of what was happening must have made me snap.
It looked like a store window appearing on my wall. Then I
noticed there was a door for this store right by me. I saw
a little old man in what appeared to be in a blue bathrobe
opened the door. I was literally pushed by the pressure of
the crowd through the door as it opens. Others followed as
I fell to the floor of this strange store. It took less
than a minute for this store to fill with the men and boys
from the shower. The old man started to close the door.
"Could you help me?" he asked.
I was still dazed, but I got up and help him push the door
closed. So did the other pallbearer of the old lady. As we
were doing that, I was handed a baby. It was all I can do
to hold it in my arms as the old man finished closing the
door. I looked at the baby in my arms. It was sleeping
contently. I felt love for this little one who was probably
going to be an orphan in a few seconds.
"We're out of here!" the old man shouts as I look up from
the child.
I saw the men and boys on the other side of the door
falling down dead as the shower that I was in faded from
view.
"We're warping to a different reality," the old man told
us.
He went behind the counter.
"Help me distribute the clothing," the old man says to my
pallbearer partner.
They distributed the clothes that apparently were under
that counter. I noticed that some of the clothes were for
women.
"Just take it for now," said the old man. "I don't have
time to explain. Please put the clothes on."
The baby in my arms started to cry.
"Here," the old man said as he handed me a nursing bra.
"What am I going to do with this?" I asked as I held it in
one hand and the baby in the other.
"Put it on," he replied. "You'll know what to do."
"This is crazy!" I told him.
"The infant is hungry," he said, reassuringly.
"So, give me a bottle!"
"It doesn't work that way," he replied. "Just put on the
bra."
I looked around as everyone said, "Do it."
One woman said to me, "I think he know what he's doing."
Where did she come from?
I wasn't happy about wearing that bra, but I handed the
baby for a second to that other pallbearer. I put on the
bra and tried to attach the clasps.
"Could someone help me?" I asked.
One of the other women attached the bra on the back.
Someone give me a chair to sit down on. I removed one of
the flaps in the front and took my baby back. Expertly, I
put its mouth on my exposed nipple. When it was finished
sucking that side I let it suck my other breast. I was
humming a lullaby that my mother sang to me when I was a
little child. I was content. When she is finished sucking,
I gently burped Deborah. Then I laid her down on my lap and
change her diaper. I then gently rock her to sleep. I put
Debby in her layette that was on the side of me then
finished getting dressed. My dress enabled me to expose
myself when my baby again would become hungry.
I started to cry. I was crying for my wife and children
that died a few days ago. I was crying for my husband that
was murdered because he was too far away from the store
entrance just before. I was going to be in mourning for a
while. I carried the memory of all of them in my heart. I
swore I would remember everything about them so they could
live through me. Above all, I vowed I will tell Deborah
about everyone when she became old enough so they could
live through her. They MUST live through her as they now
live through me.
My husband said it best. He was right when he told me that
Deborah's birth and other such births would be the way we
will defeat Hitler.
As I thought of that, a field started to appear in front of
the store. When it was solid the old man opens the store's
door. We walked out into the fresh arid air.
"Where are we?" one of the other women asked.
"You are about two kilometers east of Tell Aviv," the shop
owner replied as he pointed to the town. "You can see the
town over there in the distance. Jaffa is just to its
south."
"Home," I said as I picked up the layette with Deborah in
it.
Some of the other people kissed the ground.
I looked around and saw the "Spells R Us" sign as the store
disappeared in front of us. My group walked along a road
towards the city. After a while I felt tired.
"May I help you?" asked the other pallbearer. "By the way,
my name is David.
"Sarah," I said as I smiled.
He carried our baby in its layette, giving me a little
relief.
I saw a Union Jack curled around a pole in the direction we
were walking.
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This story is dedicated to all the heroes, known and
unknown, great and small, in this situation and others who,
in the face of collective or individual hate, did the right
thing by saving someone from the crowd, or at least tried
to.
This story idea comes from a review by ApesMa of my story,
"The Trial." I wish to thank my editor, Norman O Johnson.
Lauryn
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