father - home

On this day, another subject died, and this is already the ninth.He did the experiment four days ago, and he developed symptoms of kidney failure the next day. I tried everything I could, but I still couldn't save him.

I was in a bad mood and had some wine with dinner.Ernst suggested that we should go back to the dormitory and get drunk, but I refused.I've got to go back to the lab, do autopsies, and a lot of stuff to do.

Ernst didn't insist, but just said: "Well, don't make it too late."

We looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other.Whether it's emboldened by alcohol or self-numbed, we are all only able to go back to work at night under the influence of alcohol.

My laboratory is located on the third floor of the hospital, and behind the hospital is the cremator. There is a tall chimney on the roof of the cremator, and there are factory rooms and warehouses next to it, which are used for processing, sorting, Store valuable things on the corpse, such as Jewish gold teeth, women's long hair, leather shoes, clothes, toys, etc.This area is the most gloomy and terrifying place in the entire concentration camp. Not to mention that the prisoners are afraid of this area and dare not take a second look at it, even the SS guards are afraid to avoid it unless they are on a mission.

I have to come every day, stay here from morning to night, even late at night.I am not afraid of any ghosts, ghosts, I just feel ashamed.If I can complete this research project as soon as possible, there will be no need to use so many living people for experiments.If I had more experience in clinical first aid, so many people would not die, at least not by my hands.So, I have to work hard, and I trust God will understand, and so will those who have died.In fact, sometimes I prefer to come here at night, because during the day, when the cremator is working, if the wind is not strong enough to blow away the smoke from the chimney, the smell will be a bit choking.

I worked all night, and it was almost daylight when I left.Thinking of going back to the dormitory and having to walk a long way, I can't help feeling a little upset.That part of the road, even in the spring season, is impossible to make people feel comfortable.

From the hospital to the dormitory, almost across the entire concentration camp.The first is the camp where the prisoners are held. The area is very large. There are 5000 simple wooden shed-style barracks. The original design was to hold [-] people, but now it has almost doubled, so the barracks are very crowded.The beds are divided into four layers, and the fourth layer almost touches the ceiling. The space is very small, and you can only climb into the bed.Then there is the big playground, where all the prisoners are called every morning, and sometimes collective punishment is carried out on the playground.Between the playground and the barracks stood a row of wooden posts for punishing prisoners.On the other side of the playground, separated by iron fences, is the management office and our SS barracks.

It's the end of November, and although it hasn't snowed yet, it's already winter.The time before dawn is not only the darkest, but also the coldest.

Walking out of the hospital, I buttoned up my coat, put on my gloves, and wrinkled my nose. I felt a little astringent when I put it down. I exhaled hard, and the gas turned into a white mist and slowly dissipated.It was really cold, the temperature must have been close to zero.

It was dark, but I didn't realize it. The lights in front of each barracks were lit all night, and any other corners were scanned back and forth by the searchlights on the surrounding gun towers.As I walked in a hurry, I waved hello to the sentry on the nearby gun tower.The leather boots made a "da, da" sound on the frozen gravel road, echoing in the silent night sky.On the side of the road, the birch trees that are not too tall have lost their leaves, and there are black eyes on the tall and handsome white trunks...

I quickened my pace, the distance was really long.When I was about to pass the playground, the night had gradually dissipated, and the beams of the searchlights were no longer obvious. A morning glow was slowly rising from the east behind me, embracing the earth.

It's sunrise!I get excited.Looking back, I can't help feeling a little disappointed.This is not really a sunrise.In this place, you can't see the gushing, magnificent and magnificent sunrise.This is just the first ray of dawn today, the first ray of sunlight, but it is enough to make people excited.Under the radiance of the sun, the night receded, the cold dissipated, and the searchlights that mercilessly caught any moving objects also lost their effect. The whole barracks was covered with a layer of warm and brilliant colors. The chimneys, the all right-angled camp roads, and the wooden barracks have become less hideous, because you can't see them now, you only see that orange glow.

Suddenly, I saw a person standing in the middle of the playground.No, he wasn't standing, he was just walking very, very slowly.He holds his head high, bathed in the morning light, what is he doing?

A gray striped prison uniform hangs loosely on his tall, lean body, with an oversized pink triangle pinned to the chest and trouser leg. (Note: All kinds of prisoners in the concentration camp are identified by the inverted triangle mark embroidered on the prison uniform. Ordinary criminals wear a green triangle mark, Jews wear a yellow hexagonal mark, political prisoners wear a red triangle mark, and Gypsies wear a brown triangle mark , Jehovah's Witnesses wear purple triangles. Homosexual prisoners wear pink triangles larger than other prisoners so they can be recognized from a distance.) His hat is not on his head, but Clutched in his hands, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and on his raised head were black hair roots that had just grown a little.Facing the sun, he half-closed his eyes, his expression was solemn and sacred, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He would meet me, and as a rule he had to stand at attention and salute.No!No, I can't meet him.I walked quickly to the side as if I was running away.Fortunately, the playground is so big that it finally staggered away from him.

I didn’t stop until I walked through the iron fence gate. Looking back, I saw a picture that I will remember forever: In the orange morning light, the Chinese proudly raised the flag for his own life alone. !

I watched him leave and disappeared into the camp, and the question immediately came to my mind: How could he appear here at this time?Why didn't the sentries respond?They must have known it beforehand.Is this the first time, or does it happen often?The direction he walked should be to go out through this door, out of the SS barracks, pass the playground, and return to his own cell before assembly.what is he doingOr are you forced to do something?

I suddenly felt a splitting headache.I can't possibly ask anyone about it, but I must find out.