"Our files followed us everywhere and while in Buchenwald our deaths would come about by hard labour in the quarry or strassen-bau, firing squad, machine gun, hanging, injection, torture and chopping off of heads - which was the privilege of another outside department, you were specially sent for on this occasion!
There were also a number of on-demand applications performed by the S.S. doctors such as garotting! with piano wires or meat hooks and dissecting, as well as other medicinal and scientific experiments. The human guinea pigs were there in ample supply and always available at any time.
There was a tower too, the Bismarck Tower, I could now faintly see the silhouette of the tower though the mist. Under this tower were the broken bodies of so many buried in mass graves.
Towards the direction of Weimer, beyond the work places, was Goethe's tree house. This stood near to a double gate with more fences. Goethe wrote many of his best works here and spent many hours relaxing at this spot. We couldn't see the tree house as we were walking but could see an indictor/sign that pointed to Wiemar.
The road for the prisoners in the camp was nicely captioned too and was written in Russian and read as, "Caracho Weg", meaning the Good Road or Paradise Way - so Buchenwald might as well have been called Shangri-la too! The sarcasm of it all had just begun!
At this point, we were just reaching two guard houses, one on each side of the road when we encountered two representatives from this "mock paradise", with weapons pointed they ordered us to; Mutzen ab" (caps off).
Perched on a pillar, in the middle of the road was an enormous eagle, carved in stone, hewn from the quarry.
On a wooden board, above the guardhouse entrance was inscribed, in Goethe script, "Recht oder Unrecht mein Vaterland" , meaning, "Right or Wrong my Country".
To be continued ...
There were also a number of on-demand applications performed by the S.S. doctors such as garotting! with piano wires or meat hooks and dissecting, as well as other medicinal and scientific experiments. The human guinea pigs were there in ample supply and always available at any time.
There was a tower too, the Bismarck Tower, I could now faintly see the silhouette of the tower though the mist. Under this tower were the broken bodies of so many buried in mass graves.
Towards the direction of Weimer, beyond the work places, was Goethe's tree house. This stood near to a double gate with more fences. Goethe wrote many of his best works here and spent many hours relaxing at this spot. We couldn't see the tree house as we were walking but could see an indictor/sign that pointed to Wiemar.
The road for the prisoners in the camp was nicely captioned too and was written in Russian and read as, "Caracho Weg", meaning the Good Road or Paradise Way - so Buchenwald might as well have been called Shangri-la too! The sarcasm of it all had just begun!
At this point, we were just reaching two guard houses, one on each side of the road when we encountered two representatives from this "mock paradise", with weapons pointed they ordered us to; Mutzen ab" (caps off).
Perched on a pillar, in the middle of the road was an enormous eagle, carved in stone, hewn from the quarry.
On a wooden board, above the guardhouse entrance was inscribed, in Goethe script, "Recht oder Unrecht mein Vaterland" , meaning, "Right or Wrong my Country".
To be continued ...
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