THE GREEN KING (part 23)
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The Photographer
from Salzburg
‘You told me
that the Obersturmbannfuhrer formed the group at Belzec on..’.
‘October 2,
1943.’
‘How many
children were there?’.
‘One hundred
and forty-two.’
‘Assembled for
what reason?’.
A slight
movement of the head; he didn’t know. And this time, his not lying. Tarras
marveled at this own certainty. He asked more questions, hurriedly.
‘How did you
leave Belzec?’.
‘By truck.’
‘For Janowska?’.
‘Only thirty
went to Janowska.’
‘And the other
hundred and twelve?’.
‘Majdanek.’
The name didn’t
meant anything to Tarras. He would learn later that it was another
extermination camp, on Polish soil, on the order of Belzec, Sobibor, Treblinka,
Oswieccim, Chelmno.
‘And it was the
Obersturmbannfuhrer who chose these thrity boys? There were only boys?’.
‘Yes to both
question.’
Reb Klimrod
took the last two steps that separated him from the door, stood on the
threshold. Tarras could see his profile.
‘I will return
them to you,’ he said . His hand moved over the Whitman and the Mountaigne.
‘The books. I will return them to you.’ He smiled. ‘No more question, please.
The Obersturmbannfuhrer took us to Janowska. He started using us as women then.
Later, when the Russian moved in, he and he other officers pretended to the
German army that there were on a special mission, to transport us. That is why
they didn’t kill us, except when we could keep up.’
‘You don’t
remember the names of any this men?’.
‘None’.
He’s lying.
TO BE CONTINUED
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