Here is another ‘holyco$t’ fable with a miracle in it.Check out this racist, anti-German/anti-Ukranian, made-to-fit, obvious work of fiction. It amazes me that this type of protected, racist, hate-speech has been permitted to be promulgated without skepticism or critical analysis for so long.
___________________________________________________Abraham Krzepicki: Eighteen days in Treblinka Source: The Death Camp Treblinka. A documentary edited by Alexander Donat, New York 1979, pages 77 to 144.
“Minutes before the train pulled into Treblinka station, we saw Jews being taken to work. This, too, was reported to the others, and
everybody was glad. Everybody was told that Jews were being taken to work, led by a Ukrainian.
After passing the Treblinka station, the train went on a few hundred meters to the camp. In the camp there was a platform to which the train ran through a separate gate, guarded by a Ukrainian. He opened the gate for us. After the train had entered, the gate was closed again. As I was later able to note, this gate was made of wooden slats, interwoven with barbed wire, camouflaged by green branches.
When the train stopped, the doors of all the cars were suddenly flung open. We were now on the grounds of the charnel house that is Treblinka. Chapter Two
The doors of the cars were opened by Ukrainians. There were also German SS men, standing around with whips in their hands.
Many of the people in the car were still lying on the floor, unconscious; some of them were probably no longer alive. We had been on the way for about 20 hours [20 hours!? Just from Warsaw? Yeah, right! ]
...The area between the barracks where we were sitting was guarded on all sides. Leaning against a telephone pole stood two large signs, which I now read for the first time. “Attention, people from Warsaw!” the signs read in huge letters, followed by detailed instructions for people who supposedly had arrived at a regular labour camp. They were to hand in their clothes to be deloused and disinfected. Our money and our other belongings would
be returned to us later on ...
A little later, an SS man came over to us and delivered a speech. ...his oration was interspersed with humour:
“Have no fear!” he repeated every minute, “Nothing will happen to you. The dead bodies lying here,” he told us, “arrived in that condition. They died in the train from suffocation. It’s nobody’s fault. Everyone will be treated well here. Everyone will be employed at his own trade or occupation, tailors in the tailor workshops; cabinetmakers in the furniture shop, shoemakers as shoemakers. Everyone will get work and bread.”
Some people began to call off their occupations...
...The SS man lined us up in double columns, and took us out of the fenced-off area between the two barracks into the wider yard through which we had passed when we were first unloaded from the train. The SS man led us to the right behind the narrower enclosure and from there into a large, open area. Ten thousand corpses in one place.
Here we beheld a horrible sight. Countless dead bodies lay there, piled upon each other. I think that perhaps 10,000 bodies were there. A terrible stench hovered in the air. Most of the bodies had horribly bloated bellies; they were covered with brown and black spots, swollen and the surfaces of their skin already crawling with worms. The lips of most of the dead were strangely twisted and the tips of their tongues could be seen protruding between the swollen lips. The mouths resembled those of dead fish. I later learned that most of these people had died of suffocation in the boxcar. Their mouths had remained open as if they were still struggling for a little air. Many of the dead still had their eyes open.
We, the new arrivals, were terror-stricken. We looked at each other to confirm that what we were seeing was real. But we were afraid to look around too much, because the guards could start shooting any minute. I still did not want to believe my eyes. I still thought that it was just a dream. The corpse processing plant at work.
Five hundred meters farther away, a machine was at work digging ditches. This machine, together with its motor, was as big as a railroad car. Its mechanical shovels were digging up piles of dirt. The machine loaded the dirt into little wagons, which turned away and dumped it onto the side. Things were humming out there on that big field. Many Jews had already been working there earlier. They were dragging corpses into the ditches which had been dug for them by the machine. We could also see Jews pushing carts piled with bodies toward the big ditches at the edge of the field.
There it was again, that stench. They were all running, pursued by Germans, Ukrainians, and even Jewish group leaders called kapos (Kameraden-Polizei),
who kept driving them on: “Faster! Faster!” All the while, we could hear the crack of pistols and rifles and the whine of bullets. But there were no cries or groans from those who were shot because the Germans shot them from the back in the neck. In that way, the person drops dead quick as lightning and never even has a chance to make his voice heard one last time.
There were various kinds of ditches in that place. At a distance, running parallel with the outermost camp fence, there were three giant mass graves, in which the dead were arranged in layers. Closer to the barracks, a somewhat smaller ditch had been dug. This was where our 60 men were put to work. A group of workers walked around the area, dusting the corpses with chlorine powder, which they dipped from big barrels with their buckets. [... ]
I should point out here that none of the gassing victims were buried in this area; only those who had died in the transports or who had been shot on arrival at the camp, before entering the “showers.”
Our team of 60 men was divided into three groups. Since I knew German, I became the leader of my group, and in fact soon had to shout at my people and chase them. If I had not done so, I could have been whipped or shot at any time.
The SS man who had brought us here had a chat with me. I had asked him what the work would be like and he calmly and patiently answered all my questions. “Whoever wants to work,” he said, “will get work from us. As for the rest, when you’ve been here a while you’ll be able to figure out everything for yourself.” Then he noticed a young man from Warsaw, wearing glasses, who was part of my group. He was standing in the ditch, receiving the bodies which others had been dragging over. It seemed to the German that he was not working fast enough.
“Halt! Turn around!” the SS man ordered the young man. He took his rifle from his shoulder and before the young man could have figured out what was expected from him, he lay dead among the bodies in the ditch. They dragged him farther along and soon additional corpses were piled on top of him. The German returned the rifle to his shoulder and resumed our conversation, as if nothing had happened.
A chill seized my heart. A few minutes later, when the German had gone away, something similar happened to another Jew. This man was shot by a Ukrainian. The Ukrainian had ordered him searched and had taken a packet of money from his pocket. Before long, our group was missing ten men
and we heard continual shooting all around.
There were corpses all over the place, corpses by the tens, hundreds, and thousands. Corpses of men, women and children of all ages, in various postures and facial expressions, as if they had been frozen immediately after they had taken their last breath. Heaven, earth, and corpses! A gigantic enterprise which manufactured corpses. Only a German could get accustomed to a place like that. I could never get used to the sight of the dead.
We worked on the field of corpses until 7 o’clock at night. Tired, thirsty, broken in body and soul, we returned to rest in the barrack, where the roll call and the associated beatings took place. There we play down to sleep. We had lived through a third day in the killing center of Treblinka.
...The strangest thing of all was that a Ukrainian was among those who tried to cheer us up. He was on guard duty over the barrack and when he heard the commotion and weeping inside he walked in and spoke to us in Russian, telling us not to take things so hard. Nothing would happen, nothing would be done to us; we would go on working the same as before.
And, wonder of wonders, his prediction came true. A rare miracle occurred
. To this day, I don’t know why. Some said that there had been a breakdown in the gas chamber. By morning, no one had come for us, and then we had roll call just as usual. It is true that 80 men had been taken out to be shot, but the remainder, a good few hundred people, were assigned new work. www.tapatalk.com/groups/holocaustcontroversies/treblinka-eyewitness-accounts-t1916.html