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Minggu, 06 Oktober 2013

THE GREEN KING (part 53)










THE GREEN KING (part 53)


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The Photographer from Salzburg

He brought Reb Klimrod back to Linz, had him hospitalized, and, in truth, also tried his hand at questioning him. But the boy remained prostrate, withdrawn into a new total silence. His physical state was disquieting; he was at the extreme end of his resistance, and, worse yet, the wild fire in his eyes,  which had struck both Tarras and Settiniaz, had disappeard. In a delayed action, he seemed to have been affected by the camp syndrome suffered by a majority of the survivors. After the first few hours or the first few days, they were suddenly overwhelmed by the senselessness of a life thus rescued and fell into apathetic depression.

David Settiniaz also remembers going to Reb’s bedside on two or three occasions after Salzburg, surprised by the interest he took in the boy. Reb still refused to speak. About his family, about his father, about the who had almost killed him. It was as if he knew nothing. Nor did he speak of Erich Styer or of the vengeance ripening in him.

Captain Eliazer Barazini (he held the rank from the British, with whom he had fought as a Commando in Libya), had come to Austria during the last days of May 1945. His mission was clear and simple: to recruit and organize, secretly, the transport to Palestine of former camp survivors, with a marked preference for young men and women, very young, who would be ready to use, in combat, the potentialities forget in the fire of the crematoriums. He was a small, thin man, extremely polite, born in Palestine.

He saw Reb Klimrod for the first time on July 5, 1945, and, in truth, didn’t pay much attention to him. The surname Klimrod was not a Jewish one, and the boy, recently from Salzburg, was in such a poor physical and psychological state that Barazini would, anyway, have put off for weeks, or mounts, the very idea of emigrating, especially clandestinely.




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