Escape from Sobibor: Revised and Updated Edition
Richard Rashke
Language: English
Pages: 572
ISBN: 1480458511
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
“Brilliantly reconstructs the degradation and drama of Sobibor. . . . A memorable and moving saga, full of anger and anguish, a reminder never to forget.” —San Francisco Chronicle
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padlock and chain. To make Camp I even more escape-proof, the Nazis erected two more barbed-wire fences around it. On the edges of Camp I sat buildings of all sizes: a mechanic and blacksmith barracks, two tailor shops and shoe shops — one for the SS and one for the Ukrainians — a kitchen, a paint and carpenter shop where Jews built furniture for the new German and Ukrainian quarters, and barracks for the Jews to sleep in. To make the “processing” of new Jews even more efficient, the Germans
leaders . . . But it’s no use telling you all this. No one in the outside world can possibly understand. You don’t understand. Even I don’t. My people are dying, and I am alive.” “I’ll be in London soon,” Karski told them, “in a position to get audiences with the Allied authorities.” “Will you really?” Berman sounded hopeful. “Do you think you’ll get to see Roosevelt? And Churchill?” “Perhaps.” Karski was cautious. “What do you want me to say?” Their demands were well organized, almost as if
wrong. First, Kommandant Reichleitner got an order from Lublin to remove all Jews from SS and Ukrainian kitchens. Apparently, prisoners at another camp had tried to poison their jailers. Then, Koszewardski skipped Sobibor with all the money the Jews had given him to buy the poison and pay off the Russians. Zukerman and the others in on the “plan” suspected it had never been more than a get-rich scheme for the Ukrainian. The torture, the hopelessness, and the moment-to-moment terror of not
Sasha was assigned to a Minsk work camp on Seroka Street, which was separated from the main ghetto. He pulled an easy job as a maintenance man in the German-run hospital for German soldiers. There, he managed to steal extra food and regain his strength. Somehow he survived the German games. When the bread rations were distributed, one of the Germans would order the prisoners to line up, one behind the other, nose to neck. Then he would rest his elbow on the shoulder of the man heading the line
and shoot down the length of the column. Anyone who was slow to line up or who did not stand as straight as a sapling would be shot. Or sometimes at night, when the prisoners were asleep, the camp Kommandant would barge into the barracks with two German shepherds and set them loose. They’d tear into the blankets. Any prisoner who moved would be shot. Or sometimes the Nazis would nab a prisoner whom they suspected of stealing bread, and tie him to a barrel. Twenty guards would beat the soles of
