The Auschwitz Protocol by Jack Carnegie

Author:Jack Carnegie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: auschwitz, holocaust, Birkenau Krakow Jew Arbeit Macht Frei Rudolf Hoss World War 2 1939 1945 Kapo SS Warsaw Ghetto Shoah, shoa, world war 2, nazi
Publisher: Jack Carnegie
Published: 2021-09-06T06:00:00+00:00

In a way, I did feel sorry for him, his brain was gone, you could tell him anything and he’d feel a part of it. I repeated, “So why did you have to leave when the SS left?”

“Oh, they didn't like me. They'd have killed me,” he said with such innocence.

“Who, Ludek? The SS or the prisoners?” I asked.

“Yes, the prisoners. They didn't like me.”

“Did you do something, Ludek, something wrong?” I gambled.

“Yes, I did. I did a lot of bad things.” His look was sad and I thought I saw something I didn't think I'd ever see – a hint of remorse and guilt. I didn't push any further, I'd got what I needed; he was happy to talk to me.

“I did bad things. They told me to.” He looked up at me with sad ‘puppy’ eyes.

I didn’t want my head to go there so I said, “Ok, Ludek, that's enough for now. Shall we get some lunch downstairs? Come on let's take a walk.” He instantly forgot our conversation, “So you’re from Bohemia,” he said.

“Yes, the old days. I live in America now,” I said, soothing him.

We had lunch, chicken and veg I recall, and talked about meaningless things. His memories were there, they just needed the right person to bring them out. I thought of all those who had died because of him and I just couldn't connect the two people that were ‘him’ then and ‘him’ now.

I'd visit again and slowly gain his confidence. I wanted to know if he’d admit to the crimes I had in the file along with the witness statements Aleksy had gathered over thirty years. I thought it important to get him to accept his actions, even though it possibly wouldn't be admissible in court.

On the next visit, I took sandwiches I'd bought from the local shop. “Hello, Ludek, how are you today?”

“ Hello, I know you, don't I? Did you come to see me this week?” he inquired.

“Yes, I did, I came yesterday. I'm your friend from Bohemia, Emil, remember?”

“Yes, Bohemia, yes,” he said with a look of recognition on his face.

We sat and had a cup of English tea and ate the sandwiches. I tried to ease my way in on the questions, a cassette player in my top pocket on record.

“So, Ludek, when you left Bohemia, where did you go?” I slowly re-started the questioning from somewhere familiar, so as not to spook him too quickly.

“Yes, Bohemia, I lived there. I went to Poland.” He was thinking. “Theresienstadt. I should have gone there, you know, but they wouldn't let me. I had a wife but they wouldn't let me go.” he said. “The children died. All of them, all fifteen hundred of them.”

It wasn’t making that much sense and he seemed to be confusing one place with another but we’d get there, I was sure. I tested him, “Did you help?” I left the question deliberately open.

“Yes, I helped, but I did bad things,” he looked towards the window as if looking for a way out.

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