>>17906308
>stop posting eye witness reports of what was going on in Auschwitz
nah
The damp stench of dead bodies and a cloud of stifling,
biting smoke surged out towards us. Through the fumes I saw the
vague outlines of huge ovens. We were in the cremation room of
the Auschwitz crematorium. A few prisoners, the Star of David on
their prison uniforms, were running about. As the glow of the
flames broke through the smoke and fumes, I noticed two large
openings: they were cast-iron incinerators. Prisoners were busy
pushing a truck heaped with corpses up to them. Stark pulled
open another door. Flogging Maurice and me, he husded us into a
larger room next door to the cremation plant.
We were met by the appalling sight of the dead bodies of men
and women lying higgledy-piggledy among suit-cases and
rucksacks. I was petrified with horror. For I did not know then
where I was and what was going on. A violent blow accompanied
by Stark yelling: 'Get a move on! Strip the stiffs!' galvanized me
into action. Before me lay the corpse of a woman. With trembling
hands and shaking all over I began to remove her stockings. It was
the first time in my life that I had touched a dead body. She was
not yet quite cold. As I pulled the stocking down her leg, it tore.
Stark who had been watching, struck me again, bellowing: 'What
the hell d'you think you're doing? Mind out, and get a move on
!
These things are to be used again !' To show us the correct way he
began to remove the stockings from another female corpse. But
he, too, did not manage to take them off^ without at least a small
tear.