This design was included in the cover of the brochure on the prison diaries, which were written immediately after Liberation, Gustavo Meltzeid, painter and sculptor, who has been in the deportation was carried out by KL Mathausen Meltzeid same. Some drawings in this brochure have been conducted in captivity, risking their lives, others have been completed shortly after the release using some schizzi. Gustavo Meltzeid Hungarian was born naturalized Italian and Nazi occupation at the time he joined the Resistance, which is why he was arrested after a tip-off interrogated and tortured in the notorious Hotel Nazionale in Turin and sent to concentration camps by the authorities of qualified Mathausen Nazi - SS General Reinhard Heydrich - the 3rd category, ie the maximum penalty : combination of forced labor with the premeditated annihilation. This precious document anchor along with many other pieces testifies clearly what was the inhumane oppression of the Nazi regime.
ecco alcuni stralci presi dal diario:
28 agosto 1944
(...)Andando sul posto per prendere la scala, passiamo vicino ad una colonna di ebrei, saranno 3 o 400. Sono in mutande e camicia, a piedi scalzi; mentre camminano parlottano tra di loro e quando ci arrivano vicino, ci domandano a cenni dove li portano. vediamo che vanno verso lo scalone che porta nelle cave di pietre, ma non possiamo spiegarlo, perché parlano solo polacco o russo, e sono anche nuovi del campo.
Sono completamente ignari di quello that awaits them. We intuit the thing, because we already know what it means to bring the stones, but this time we were wrong!
ecco alcuni stralci presi dal diario:
28 agosto 1944
(...)Andando sul posto per prendere la scala, passiamo vicino ad una colonna di ebrei, saranno 3 o 400. Sono in mutande e camicia, a piedi scalzi; mentre camminano parlottano tra di loro e quando ci arrivano vicino, ci domandano a cenni dove li portano. vediamo che vanno verso lo scalone che porta nelle cave di pietre, ma non possiamo spiegarlo, perché parlano solo polacco o russo, e sono anche nuovi del campo.
Sono completamente ignari di quello that awaits them. We intuit the thing, because we already know what it means to bring the stones, but this time we were wrong!
When they walked on the steps and the last to get there are some hidden SS (we saw them or us, otherwise we dared not stop watching), releasing a dozen wolf dogs, which took until then leash. Incite them against the ranks of Jews. The dogs are hurled against them, the attack was completely unexpected and lashes out in an instant.
Scene indescribable!
Screams of pain, fear, mixed with moans and cries the growling dogs and the stir of voices and cold metal of the SS! Dogs tear an ear here, there a finger or a piece of calf. A dog clings to one buttock and the bitten piece is too large, is not able to tear it. The man half mad with grief and fright runs screaming and dragging the dog behind, but not the spring. The man screams in a voice that no longer has anything that makes us human and creepy: he falls. The dog who tries to tear the flesh, growling angrily shakes his head. The man turns up, slams here and there with his arms in the dust and stones. There are two dogs that are wearing now, is no longer able to stand up, perhaps if he could be rescued. The show is covered by another who has a large dog attacked the throat. You see the crazy people everywhere running around, looking for ..........
(...) My throat burned, I can not say anything and take with D. our scale, without having to explain, and dragged away, almost running.
arrived in the tent the German friend asks what happened with us already thought that it came from. I tell him what we've seen in a few words with confused ideas and words almost incomprehensible. Tells us
"Do not get upset! Long as you can tell what you've seen it done with others is fine.'ll Be less well when they tell others what they have done to you. It happened so if you could see those SS. They do not like witnesses! Take heed not to tell anyone what you saw!
October 6, 1944
(...) Already several times I was thinking that I can not imagine what they think when they beat SS case. Begin to beat the early morning. If they hate or hatred against us, or if they found pleasure in beating, they can vent all day. But the evening still hit with the same anger, with which they started in the morning. Beating up from morning to night, is also a physical work, and should get tired. Not at all, seem tireless!
October 12, 1944
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(...) In the evening by going to the "cream" I make a sketch of the furnace chamber and cutting. I would like to sketch a few more but W. said to have too much work and that we will do it again.
designs I leave him and he takes care to hide them. When we gave them the look, both we think the same thing: who will one day see these? (...)
Olivier Messiaen - Quatour pour la fin du temps - (5) Louange Eternité de Jésus à l'
May 8, 1945 - This morning about ten o'clock break into two U.S. tanks in the field and at the same time hoist the white flag on the antenna field.
We are free!
Olivier Messiaen - Quatour pour la fin du temps - (5) Louange Eternité de Jésus à l'
This quartet for piano, viola, cello and clarinet was composed by Olivier Messaien in 1940 in a prison camp in Silesia and thought for the four musicians in the field.
When I dream mirrors of Auschwitz
the cold I can not remember
nothing remains in the glass
footsteps of people walking there
barefoot in the snow. However, I can sleep
be a friend, because his
is a story of which you can trust
although this time it popped out in the middle of a summer
besieged by thunder and crickets out of tune.
With winter coat to come in the dream
pairwise
walking without looking up and say unnecessarily must
recuperare un po' di tempo, almeno
un giorno o cinquant'anni, perché
anche il prossimo sarà un anno bisestile
fecondo di sventure.
Ma non c'è confusione, soltanto
una luce interminabile.
Mai più, nemmeno al sole, mai
più sarà permesso dire
che la luna splende come neve
innocente.
Le voci sugli specchi non si fermano
passano e neppure le ombre
toccano la terra.
So I do not see
not hear them that well look at me
listen to me.
And after this sleep
think it will be impossible to silence
noiselessly.
Massimo Scrignoli - from the collection: Vista sull'Angelo - Book Publisher
We, callous-free generation of disturbances,
we lived next to a torture chamber
con tranquilla disposizione d'animo,
ascoltando urla insopportabili
nella consapevolezza non secondaria né trascurabile
che non eravamo noi ad urlare.
Abbiamo ammirato di notte lo splendore
delle tacite stelle, domandandoci poeticamente
se con tanta grazia palpitassero proprio per noi,
allontanandoci dalle pareti delle stanze dei suplizi
quando era impossibile tollerare ancora
la ridda di grida che veniva di là dei muri
rovinando quegli attimi di incanto e di quiete
tra gli stridii delle ruote dentate degli ingranaggi.
Potremo dire in futuro: "La nostra saggezza?
Fare semplicemente finta di niente.
La nostra sagacia?
Abituarci con sollecitudine a tutto.
La nostra furbizia?
Praticare con dedizione
una religione di impenetrabile indifferenza".
Così, ringraziando ogni giorno gli dèi
di farci dono della loro inesplicabile assenza,
socchiudendo gli occhi a fessura
davanti a qualsiasi orrore che occorra
nel nostro campo visivo,
mantenendo un tono di cortese amabilità
even when the eyes wander
sideways on corners of hell on earth, in a careless
without yielding to the torture of those close to us,
with transparency and without a soul crystal
cracks, light-hearted let
that are exclusively reserved to other
suffering the most atrocious, cruel, cruel.
Paul bags - from the collection: We are about the world we wanted to kindness
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