small cloud passed slowly over the flawless sky of Auschwitz.
tall SS woman in the blue starched shirt strikingly harmonized with the sky; she
tied together heaven and earth. Her eyes gazed through the people who passed in
front of her. Her chest rose slowly with every movement.
she motioned as I stepped naked and shivering in front of her. With the motion
of her hand she would decide if I should live or be sent to the crematorium.
stretched my frail body to impress her with my youthful strength and, looking
straight into her eyes, I whispered: "It’s my fifteenth birthday today."
eyes met for a moment. She hesitated, then her hand shifted directions,
she said loudly. Her voice filled with annoyance for the delay-- it just took
I looked around. Hundreds of
people, faceless in their haunted bodies, assembled toward the other direction.
My pencil-thin legs quivered like wheat in a breezy day. "Freedom! Freedom! God
grand me freedom."
The rhythm of the words
shook my body.
The woman in the uniform,
like a well oiled machine, motioned: Left-right. Life-death. Right-left. Death-life.
The barbed wire fence imprisoned the limits of the eye, but above was the limitless
sky. A regular summer day elsewhere – another day in Auschwitz.
from EMPTY WINDOWS AND NOW IN
AUSCHWITZ FLOWERS GROW The Art and
of Alice Lok Cahana