Day One: I survive the selection and I am given a black triangle to show the world my past transgressions.
Day Four: more girl-women arrive, more that I must try and be cruel to, more to die.
Day Forty-five: more and more women arrive, more die, two sisters are following my command. I am their Kapo. They were in Auschwitz, now Birkenau.
Day I don’t remember: the two girl-women from Auschwitz are not with me. I was full before they caught me. I can’t keep them from the green-triangle murderer. I must march.
Day does it really matter? : The two girl-women are back in my command. I assign the older one to watch the command. I must meet my latest distraction. I come back and she is being beaten. “Whore” I hear. I must save this girl-woman; she is not to be beat. She is a hard worker. I take the whip and beat her lighter. She thinks I am cruel. I am who this hell has made me. No more.
Day we’re all going to die: Mengele is here. My girl-women are gone. They were survivors. They will die by a worse hand than mine. I must keep them in my prayers. But where is my God?
Day 254: The girl-women came back. They continue to work harder. But they are in Canada. I saw the handkerchiefs. I am left to be cruel. The SS are following more closely after my last reprieve. I can smell the new body’s being burnt. Don’t look out to see what the smell is my girls.
Day Selection: I am not to be saved. The pig truck I must go. I wasn’t cruel enough. Not “German” enough. I am gone; dead. God save me.
Dear Journal of Pain,
My name is Emma. I am a kapo in the German SS camp Auschwitz I and Auschwitz II Birkenau. I am a prostitute. I wear a black triangle to show what I am. I met two women who changed my view on the camp. Rena and Danka, you gave me hope, you gave me peace, you gave me death. I thank you. Now I am gone. The crematorium is calling me with a siren’s call. I hope you are saved.
Emma
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Rena's Promise is not mine. No Infringement intended
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