We walked onwards, among buildings as the guide still droned on. “On September 3, 1941, deputy camp commandant SS-Hauptsturmführer Fritzsch experimented on 600 Russian’s and 250 sick Polish inmates by gassing them with Zyklon B, a highly lethal cyanide based pesticide.”
The stupid ones who knew nothing of history gasped, Carla squeezed my hand.
The guide continued, “This paved the way for the use of Zyklon B as an instrument for extermination at Auschwitz, and a gas chamber and crematorium were constructed by converting a bunker. This gas chamber operated from 1941 to 1942, during which time some 60,000 people were killed in it; it was then converted into an air-raid shelter for the use of the SS. This gas chamber still exists, we shall see and experience a similar facility later.”
There was a gasp from some of our number
“But first we see the remains of Crematorium two, In early 1943, the Nazis decided to increase greatly the gassing capacity of Birkenau. Crematorium II, originally designed as a mortuary, it was converted into a killing factory by placing a gas-tight door on the morgues and adding vents for Zyklon B and ventilation equipment to remove the gas.”
It was a remarkable feat of chemistry and engineering, Carla smiled at me and I at her.
“By June 1943 all four crematoria were working. Most victims were killed during a period afterwards.” with this the guide stopped his rant and a woman started to harangue us as we walked among the buildings.
“Here we have some of the warehouses where the belongings of the arrivals were seized by the SS.” she told us, “they were sorted in an area of the camp called “Canada”. Many of the SS at the camp enriched themselves by pilfering the confiscated property of the Jews. The name Canada came from the time when Polish emigrants were sending gifts home from Canada.”
Carla held my hand more firmly, it seemed strange, we were the only light haired people among the group it seemed, and we felt hostility towards us.
The woman guide continued “but here.” she continued, “Is a room full of human hair shaved from the inmates.”
It was a huge room full of something fibrous, hair straw, who could tell? but there was no mistake in the next room, spectacles hundreds or thousands of pairs of spectacles,
Some people went quite white, I retained my composure as I am sure my Grandfather did in his time as around us people struggled.
“My family was here,” said one and another, “That might be my families hair.”
“My Grandfather was here,” I told Carla. quietly.
“I thought so.” she replied, “My Fathers Father also.”
The guide continued, “See the false teeth also.”
A huge mound of teeth grinning hideously at us. “As you see the property of Jewish deportees were stored here before being sent to Germany or used by the SS.” the Woman continued, “For the next stage of our tour we shall role play the processing of prisoners, don’t worry we shall not make you strip or Gas you.”
“Prisoners were transported from all over German-occupied Europe by rail, and on arrival at the complex were separated into two main groups – those marked for immediate extermination, and those to be registered as prisoners.” She told us. A chill fell over our group, I wondered about my grandfather’s emotions all those years ago.
” The first group, about three-quarters of the total, went to the gas chambers they included all children, all women with children, all the elderly, and all those who were not fully fit.” She continued and led us through a set of doors, long benches and sets of coat hooks were laid out. like a sports hall changing room yet much bigger.
“SS personnel told the victims that they were to take a shower and undergo delousing. The victims would undress in this outer chamber and walk into the gas chamber, which was disguised as a shower facility, complete with dummy shower heads. It’s through here come.”
Carla clung to my hand, it was awkward, I was thinking of all the people stripping and going naked to the chamber, were they mixed men and women, I imagined the dark haired girls undressing, and the boys not for sex but for death, would they have become excited, even if only men or women only had stripped together would the Homosexuals and Lesbians become aroused, I realised my penis was swelling, and an embarrassing bulge appeared in my pants.
“It’s so intense,” said Carla, “Imagine being naked waiting to die.”
“They thought it was a shower,” I told her. “It was not until the chamber that they realised they would die.”
“But alone, alone in a crowd with strangers, naked.” she continued, “How would they feel?”
“They might make friends like we have become friends,” I tentatively suggested.
“Yes” she said. but her hand grazed across my crotch and my excitement was clear to her.
“It turns me on too.” she admitted, “When there is nothing more to come, when you no longer can control your circumstances you seek comfort, I think it is instinct.”
“So Ladies and Gentlemen, You would have undressed here and then either by free will or sometimes with blows from the Kapo’s clubs, you would walk through to the chamber, see the shower heads, even the dribble of water from some of them, come.” Our guide suggested.
We walked through the doors into the chamber, the dummy shower heads so convincing, “Come right in.” The guides suggested.
We crammed in, I found a corner for Carla and myself, all hundred crowded in, “The Nazi’s pushed two hundred fifty even three hundred at one time, here we are one hundred, but the space is already uncomfortable.”
I faced Carla, I tried but I could not avoid being pushed against her, her breasts touched against my chest and my bulge nudged her belly. “Naughty Boy” she giggled. she reached up and kissed me.
It was like heaven, such a sweet kiss, in such a place.
“The doors would shut Clang.” our guide said and she pulled the door shut. “And after the doors were shut, SS men would dump in the cyanide pellets through holes in the roof and in ten fifteen minutes all would be dead, I ask you to think what that would feel like.”
I kissed Carla. Thee Woman continued ” More than 20,000 people could be gassed and cremated here each day. The Nazis used a cyanide gas produced from Zyklon B pellets, made by IG Farben.”
I held Carla in my arms, our kisses more passionate, the feeling that we were to die so real,
“And then the lights went out also, so imagine.” The guide flipped the light switch.
We were cloaked in darkness, “Do it.” Carla said.
“What?” I replied incredulously
“You want to, I can feel, I want to, it is fate.” she husked.
I heard and felt my zipper, the cool air on my erection and her fingers teasing it from my pants. “No the lights will be on soon.” I said
“Then put it in me, don’t you feel the destiny.” Carla muttered, “Please it feels so right.”
She had twisted her skirt so the rear vent was in front and her panties were to one side, I stooped and with both hands she guided me inside her, she was tight yet running with juices and I jabbed hard at her, a small cry soon stifled and I was inside her, “I never did this before.” I apologised,
“What in a concentration camp.” she asked.
“No in a girl.” I said.
“Nor did I,” she said, “with a boy I mean.” suddenly my juices were overflowing and a gush shot up far into her. I held myself hard against her as my penis throbbed.
“My Grandfather said they found Jews locked together in death when men and women were together.” she whispered.
“Mine said they found homosexuals locked together.” I agreed as I slid from her, I wiped her with my handkerchief and tried to clean my penis also, it was not easy in the darkness
“He survived?” she asked
“Oh yes, did yours?” I asked, “Oh of course he did.”
She had turned her skirt and I had fastened my trousers when the lights came on.
I saw some girls had fainted, others we ghostly white while just Carla and I were flushed with the healthy glow of love.
“Carla,” I whispered, “If you are pregnant I’ll marry you.”
“And if not?” she replied
“Yes still the same.” I agreed,
“All right, outside everyone outside.” the guide ordered.
We went outside and I stared up at the watch tower.
“My Grandfather worked there,” I pointed to the watchtower “Waffen SS.” I prayed she would forgive me.
“Mine was in the Gestapo, special interrogation officer,” She whispered. “I knew you had to be on our side.”
We stayed together for more of the lectures the man started to drone again “Those deemed fit to work were used as slave labor at industrial factories for such companies as IG Farben and Krupp. At the Auschwitz complex 405,000 prisoners were recorded as slaves between 1940 and 1945.Of these about 340,000 perished through executions, beatings, starvation, and sickness.”
We had the chance to ask questions, “Why did they kill the Jews.?” someone asked but was fobbed off. Ten per cent of population, ninety per cent of wealth, my grandfather said, that was why Germany suffered so badly after the war.
Carla stood by me, my arm around her waist protectively, wishing I could whisk her away to privacy for love making once more, perhaps the human hair shed, I imagined its softness against my skin, Grandfather said the SS officers often took their women there, they would pick one for a week or so and keep her like a princess before she was processed, they thought they were saved then, suddenly, they were in the huts with the rest.
Too soon we had to part, each bus group separated and roll call called “Smallman,” Yes Miss” “Schultz” “Ja” I don’t know why I said it but there was a sudden hush
“Schultz, I warned you,” Miss Johnsson admonished me once more and then with our addresses and phone numbers exchanged we climbed on to our individual buses to return towards home.
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