Remembering Auschwitz

Writers’ Trigger:

I’ll be short today. A little space for silence is a good thing. Today, January 27 marks the anniversary of the Russian troops liberating Auschwitz. By this date 2,000,000 persons including 1,500,000 Jews had been murdered there.

In memory of that day, I urge you to visit  www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/holocaust/timeline.html. The timeline begins on Jan. 30, 1933 with the appointment of Adolph Hitler as Chancellor of Germany. The timeline ends in ’61 with the hanging of Adolf Eichmann.

The timeline is chilling in its icy incremental creep. You must take a look.

When it comes to timelines, I  find it interesting to see where my birthday falls. In this case the date closest to my birthday was June, 25, 1943. On which date a newly built gas chamber opened at Auschwitz. “With its completion at Auschwitz, the four new crematories have a daily capacity of 4,756 bodies.” 

I love the number. Not nearly 5,000. Not 4,750. But 4,756. The accuracy of the count is haunting. You don’t have to be a person of faith to say a small prayer.

  • Take a look at the timeline. Find a date close to your birthday or the birthday of someone close to you.
  • Write a piece in which you alternate between the timeline and the life of the person you have chosen. The contrast between the two lives should be telling.

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It was a freezing cold day when my husband and I went to Auschwitz. We had been told beforehand to bring a sack lunch. The site of the concentration camp is a memorial, not a tourist stop with a cafe and trinkets. And so we packed a lunch.

Cold as we were, dressed in our Arctic wear, mufflers, gloves and boots, we could well imagine the cold and frostbite experienced by the poorly nourished, over-worked, and ill-clothed slave labor. We spent a long day trudging through the frozen mud and snow. There was no chatting. Silence reigned. Everyone had packed a lunch. No one had the heart or stomach to eat theirs.

 

 

About timeout2

I have lived 100 lives. I write essays, short stories, poetry, grocery lists and notes to myself. If I am ever lost, look for a paper trail, but be careful not to trip over any books that lie scattered here and there. I am a reader. I am a reader in awe of writers. When I don't live in Westcliffe, Colorado, I live in London where I am a long-time member of Word-for-Word - Crouch End.
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