May 28, 2009
The Last Months of Elie's Story
In the morning when he awoke, Elie immediately remember his father and jumped out of his bunk, running off to search for him. His search lasted for hours, ending when he found his father near a block where they were distributing black "coffee." Elie did not spot his father, but his father's cry to his son for a drink of coffee brought Elie to him. Elie fought his way through the crowd, successfully bringing his father back a small cup of coffee. Elie saw in his father's eyes the gratitude like no other, saying "With these few mouthfuls of hot water, I had probably given him more satisfaction that during my entire childhood..."
Every day, Elie's father grew weaker and weaker, his face becoming "the color of dead leaves." Elie tried his best to care for him as best he could, but someone suffering from dysentery in those conditions, there was nothing that Elie could do to help him. In his father's dying hours, he desperately tried to tell Elie all his life secrets and words of advice. He even told Elie of the families buried gold and silver, buried in the cellar of their home. A week went by with Elie trying desperately to meets his father's desires and avoid the ridicule of the other inmates for taking care of a hopeless cause like his father. One of the doctors even told Elie that he must stop giving his bread and soup to his father. Such a thing in a concentration camp would surely bring about his death.
When roll call came, Eliezer decided that he would remain with the sick and he stayed in his bunk to be with his father. As he lay there, he father began to cry out for water, calling his name, "Eliezer... Eliezer!" One of the guards shouted for silence across the barrack, but his father payed not attention. He only continued crying out, "Eliezer... water my son. Water! Eliezer." The officer then came over and struck him brutally on the head. Elie couldn't move, he was too afraid. Afraid that the next blow would be to his head. He climbed down after roll call, finding his father mumbling and shaking. Finally, after staring endlessly at him father's crumbled and broken body, Elie crawled into his bunk to sleep. The date was January 28, 1945.
The next morning, Elie woke upon at dawn. January 29. In his father's place lay a new sick person. His father had been taken from him. But much to his confusion and pain, Elie had no tears. He did not weep. He could not bring himself to cry when there were no tears left.
Three months later, Elie Wiesel's story comes to an end. He does not describe the remain months that he spends in Buchenwald. With the death of his father, nothing more could have mattered to him. He sat in idleness for three months, only thinking of food, the next bread and soup that he would receive.
On April 5, all things changed. They were waiting in the afternoon for a Germany officer to come and count them. But he was late. Late! This did not happen ever, not once in the history of Buchenwald's operation. After two hours of unknowning, the loudspeakers announced that all Jews were to report to the Appelplatz. In the confusion, of the masses heading towards the Appelplatz, many Jews had passed as non-Jews. This could not be tolerated by the camp's command, so they decided that a general roll call would be held the next day with everyone present. After the following day's roll call, thousands upon thousands were marched out of the camp's gates each day. On April 11, with twenty thousand prisoners still remaining, the resistance decided to act. They appeared everywhere, armed men with rifles, machine guns, and grenades. The battle was short and the SS fled the compound, leaving the resistance victorious.
The first action that all the prisoners took after their liberation was to gouge themselves on the provisions. Elie describes their thought process. "[P]rovitions. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread." Instinct had taken over emotion and ending their hunger was all that mattered.
Elie became sick three days after the liberation. Food poisoning. He clung to life, swing back and forth towards death for weeks in the hospital. As he stayed in the hospital, he decided to find a mirror and look at himself. He had not seen himself in years. Since he was back in the ghetto of Hungary. Staring back at him was "a corpses... contemplating me."
Journey to Buchenwald
The Days of Gleiwitz
Next, someone was pushed down on top of Elie and he could not breathe, either through his mouth or his nose. The thought of a slow, silent death by suffocation was dreadful. He had to do something, but he could neither yell nor call for help. It seemed as if it were to be the end. He did not know if he was struggling with a dead man or a silent foe holding him down, but with all the energy he could muster, he fought his way to the open air with the passion to live coming forth through his nails. At last he prevailed, creating a whole through which he "could drink a little air." These words that he uses illustrate how desperate he was to survive. This shows that his will to fight on and survive was still strong, that he was not yet ready to give up.
Once he was able to regain his breath, Elie called out to his father, who replied with a distant "Yes!" His father had remained conscious too and was now trying to sleep, something that Elie was surprised by and worried about because of the threat of death being so near.
Then from across the barracks came the sound of a violin being played in the dark. It was Juliek, playing a fragment of a Beethoven concerto. Elie listened as if in a trace, saying, "Never before had I heard such a beautiful sound." Juliek was now playing with his entire being, his full passion passing throw the bow into the strings. This moment when the barrack's darkness enveloped Elie, became one that he would remember forever. The song brings back "the pale and melancholy face of [his] polish comrade" every time that he hears it. That night changed him and he was most affected by the cruel happens of the piles of dead built up on top of the living.
The stay at Gleiwitz was short. They only remained there for three days, but for three days without food or water. No one was to leave the barracks, under the consequence of immediate execution by the SS soldiers who stood guarding outside the doors. At dawn on the third day, the entire camp was emptied and driven out towards a gate. The gate divided the camp in two and work quickly spread: selection! The weak were driven to the left, those who could walk to the right. Elie was separated from his father as he was pushed to the left. Elie ran after him, inching his way through the crowd as several guards ran after him. With the shoving, jostling and confusion that the guards created, many people were able to move back over to the right side, amongst them, Elie and his father.
Those who survived the selection process were lead out of the camp and taken on a half-hour march until they came to a railroad crossing in the middle of a field. The wait for the train was strenuous, magnifying the effects of their hunger and fatigue. After a while, they were each given a ration of bread, the usual small ration of crumbs and stale crust. One prisoner, in his desperation to quench his thirst, decided he would eat spoonfuls of snow to satisfy his need. Soon, all the inmates were eating snow off of their neighbors' backs, taking a bite of bread and a mouthful of snow. This seemed to amuse the SS who were watching the occurrence and they began to laugh amongst themselves. This finding of humor in the situation and the guards' indifference towards the inmates' inhumane treatment is a great sign of the evil nature of the German guards. Their ideals and indoctrinations completely disregarded the worth and dignity of their fellow human beings because of their differences.
Finally, after many hours of endless snow, the infinitely long train arrived. The train constructed of many open-topped cattle cars. As the SS shoved the inmates inside, they were loaded with one hundred to a car. Once everyone was loaded, the shipment of humans began to move.
A March to Remember
Elie was having an internal struggle while he continued on. He felt himself to be of two parts: his body and himself (his mind). He was struggling to keep up with the intense pace, so his mind just wanted to shed his heavy body. Finally his mind just screamed at him, saying, "Don't think, don't stop, run!" His foot was aching, but he had no choose but to keep going. Eventually, he describes himself as running like a sleepwalker, closing his eyes and running while asleep. That is until, someone would kick him in the back and yell at him for slowing up. Then he would just run faster and struggle through the oppressive power of sleepiness until it conquered him once more.
When the SS grew tired, they were simply replaced by new soldiers. Elie comments on the pitiful situation where no one was replacing them and more and more tired souls continued to fall out. Elie was surprised when the Kommandant announced that they had already covered twenty kilometers and it wasn't even morning yet. Now, the limits of fatigue had been surpassed, the running was only a mechanical, robotic function. The last hour of seemed like an eternity to Elie, but when the order came to halt, all he could do was collapse onto the ground with the rest of the crowd. His father didn't approve of laying in the snow, so they made their way into a near-by brick factory in ruins. Once they had gotten inside, Elie fell asleep, for an instant or an hour, he didn't know, but when his father woke him, he warned against being overtaken by the dangerous sleep.
Night had fallen and the SS began to gather the remaining inmates and form them into ranks. The dead were simply left where they were, buried in the falling snow. Elie remarked that "sons abandoned the remains of their fathers without a tear." This is a powerful statement and it goes to show how "far gone" some of the inmates were. They were delusional, uninterested in anything other than food or rest. Once marching again, Elie's wounded right foot did not hurt or ache anymore. He realized that it had probably frozen and he told himself that he would have to accept the fact that he have to live without it from now on.
As the treacherous march continued on endlessly, Elie and his fellow surviving inmates were from time to time encouraged by SS officers on motorcycles who drove along the column and shouted words of hope. Even coming from their own assassins, the marching inmates did find great help in the words and they marched on, searching the horizon for the elusive sight of the gates of Gleiwitz.
The march last several more hours and when they finally reached the camp gates, it was only when they stood right in front of them that they saw them. Once inside, the Kapos quickly divided the inmates and lead them into their barracks.
May 26, 2009
The Exodus from Birkenau
Continuation of Chapter 5
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birkenau_concentration_camp
This link leads to Wikipedia's description of the German concentration camp Birkenau, in which Elie was staying in at this time, in the Buna work camp sector. Some of the living conditions and day to day descriptions are included so it is a good link for outside information on the conditions which Elie Wiesel and his fellow inmates would have been experiencing.
Elie had been moved to a new block, the construction Kommando, where the work was especially grueling and exhausting. The work schedule during the winter months did not even hint at a decrease in pace so the inmates just went on as usual. The worst part about the cold was the feeling that the stones would stick to your hands as you touched them and then not come off, but like all the other hardships suffered in the camp, the construction laborers just got used to it.
When January came, Elie began to have trouble with his right foot. The cold was causing it to swell so he went and checked in to the infirmary. The Jewish doctor there, also a prisoner, told Elie frankly that "[w]e have to operate! If we wait, the toes and perhaps the leg will have to be amputated." This news frightened the young Elie, as it would any young child who is afraid of the knife. I remember before my surgery to have my tonsils removed, all I could think about was the fact that I would be asleep while a sharp knife was inside of me. I think Elie's fear was certainly justifiable and by no means childish or cowardly. While staying in the infirmary, Elie was put in a bed with white sheets, oddly reminding him that people actually slept in sheets. The rations of bread and soup were a little heartier too, making the stay less of a trial. Elie had really begun to enjoy his time in the infirmary, expecting to stay for two weeks, until his neighbor told him about the selections. These selections in the infirmary came more often than outside, leaving fewer and fewer behind. His neighbor's advice: "[L]eave the infirmary before the next selection!"
Elie's expected stay in the infirmary was cut short for another reason though, other than selection. Two days after his operation, rumors sped through the camp about the battlefront suddenly drawing nearer. Hope began to circulate about the eminent Russian liberation. This was of course the story until news came back with the Blockälteste about the German's new plan: Evacuation. The camp would be evacuated the following evening, block by block, with the sick remaining behind in the infirmary. The probable fate of those who stayed behind in the infirmary was a swift execution by the SS, but Elie wasn't worried about death at the time, he only worried about being separated from his father. The good news was that he and his father could decide for themselves. The kind Jewish doctor offered to have it arranged so that Elie's father could also remain in the infirmary, but this could mean death for both of them. Elie's immediate thought was "Let's be evacuated with the others," but his father was not listening to his son. He only stared at Elie's foot, finally agreeing to leave, but only after he had said, "Let's hope we won't regret it, Eliezer."
This next fact of the story that Elie narrates has such irony that I had to read it twice to make sure I had comprehended it correctly. At this point, Elie tells the read the reader that he learned after the war that those who had remained in the infirmary were liberated by Russian soldiers two days later. This alternate fate which Elie could have lived was so drastically different, that had he been liberated with his father two days later, I don't think he would have written this book. The next few months are ones that certainly changed him more than any other amount of time could. And to leave the war's path with his father still alive was something that Elie could have only dreamed of at this point. I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of difference between the road which Elie and his father decided to take and the one which they could have taken. This incident is a perfect example of the lasting, permanent effect of the decisions we make in our lives and how we cannot take them back.
May 20, 2009
Chapter 5
May 18, 2009
Chapter 4
May 14, 2009
Chapter 3
Upon arriving at the camp, Birkenau, the men, women, and children were ordered off the train and "herded" into the camp along a path lined with SS men, each holding a machine gun.
The first separation was separation by sex. Women went to the right, men to the left. Elie went with his father, leaving his mother and Tzipora for what he did not know would be the last time.
How horrifying it would have been to know that you would never see you mother again. Leaving your young sister to the hands of a cruel enemy would be one of the last thing I would want to be forced to do. Perhaps it is better that Elie did not know that he would never see the two again.
As the men were moved away from the women, they began to mix with inmates who had already been at Auschwitz for some time. These inmates were very angry, irritated, unruly, and aggressive, often shouting and striking the new arrivals, cursing their stupidity for every coming to such a place. The problem was the arrivals had not come of their own free will. They had just never heard of Auschwitz, even in 1944. Living far away in Transylvania, Hungary, they had not be exposed to the rumors and horror stories that circulated about the concentration camp. How could they ever believe that human beings were being burned alive in crematoriums at this day and age, babies being thown alive into burning infernoes. It was just too much to comprehend. After making their way to a crossways, each prisoner was examined by the infamous Doctor Mengele, separated by age and skill level. Elie had been told by a veteran inmate to claim that his age was 18, and doing so, he was kept with his father, this being a great relief for his strained nerves. Then as their group marches on, a man in the crowd informs them that they are headed for the crematorium. Elie's heart races and his faith is struck. Does he really have faith anymore in a God who he thought was loving. Now his faith is challenged and perhaps even for a short time, challenged. I think I will have to read more to determine the final outcome, but I have a feeling that his faith will eventually return.
The first night was one that Elie Wiesel will never forget. He describes the smoke, the children's faces, the consuming flames, the nocturnal silence, and the moments which he describes a having "murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes." I too would have sleeping problems after having to endure such atrocities.
The next day they were ordered out of the barracks, stripped naked, marched to the barber where their heads were violently shaved, then marched to another barrack where they were randomly thrown prison garments. Those whose garments didn't fit traded with others as best they could. A event that strikes me as very moving is when Elie's dad suffers a colic attack and asks where the toilets are located, the German simply strikes him across the face. Elie realizes after his father crawls back to his position that he had not reacted, he had not retaliated against his fathers assailant. Had he changed that quickly? Now he had lost all former signs of aggression. He felt that he was becoming docile and submissive, for which he felt remorseful. After an endless session of waiting, Elie and his fellow inmates are marched out of the camp, taking a nice, slow-paced march toward the work camp, Auschwitz. Once they had arrived at the new camp, things began to start looking up. After a good night's sleep, the morale had greatly increased and their "veteran" inmates were not so brutal as their first encounters with others at the main gate. They were all given new clothing and then each one recieved a tattoo on their left forearm, signifiying their new names. Elie would be known as A-7713 from now on.
They now remained in Auschwitz for three weeks. Sleeping a lot in the morning in afternoon, life was fairly calm and laid back. Those who were not skilled workers only waited. Finally, when their numbers had dwindled down to around 100, their turn came and the block secretary announced that they would be leaving "with the next transport." At 10 o'clock, the SS guards rounded them up and marched them through a few German villages until they finally arrived at Buna, a new camp. As the last pasted into the camp, the "iron gate closed behind [them]."