Finding Rebecca: A Novel of Love and the Holocaust by Dempsey Eoin

Author:Dempsey, Eoin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ulverton books
Published: 2012-11-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Christopher was fresh as the alarm rang, having shrugged off the attentions of Lahm and the other SS men who were in the cinema and drinking the night before. Lahm was still asleep, curled up in his uniform above the covers. One of his boots was by the door and the other still on his foot, but Lahm had taken off his belt and set it down on the table in the middle of the room. Christopher picked it up to place it on the chair when he noticed the chips in the baton, and the teeth marks. The belt slipped out of his hand back onto the small wooden table. Lahm stirred at the noise, but quickly fell back asleep. It was still dark outside, the shine of the searchlights illuminating the cold air. There was little activity other than the lights and the shadows of sentries patrolling the wire. The car was waiting for him, a convertible two seater. There was to be no support, no armed guard, no others were to know why he was going or where. There was no preparation to be made. It was a few minutes up to the office in Birkenau and once there, Christopher filled the trunk of the car with the suitcases full of money. There were four suitcases. Christopher signed them out and marked off the ledgers but there was no one else there to check. It was all down to him and his word. His word as an SS man was to be enough, or was it? Perhaps this was a test. The gas tank was full and Christopher pulled the top down, the chill of the morning air biting at his exposed cheeks. He started the car and left.

Obersturmführer Seeler presented his papers at the front gate and showed his orders. His car was not searched and the guard yawned as he waved him through. Christopher nodded and drove past and clear of the gates onto the long empty road stretching beyond. It was strange that a world still existed outside. The camp seemed to envelop everything in his mind whereby it was the entire world. He had only been there a few weeks, but it seemed hard to remember a time before the selections, the gassings and the executions. The memories of his old life, his life before robbery and death had become his daily currencies, were fading quickly like ripples expanding in a black pool, fading into nothing. It was to be a six-hour drive to Berlin and the prospect of that much time alone with his own thoughts scared Christopher. The pressure within his chest was building again and he drove for a few minutes until he thought it safe enough to pull over. He stopped the engine and silence fell upon him. The only sound was that of his breath, ragged and torn. Everything was grey; the sky, the land, the bare trees and the uniform on his back. He sat back

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