‘’Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.’’
(George Santayana, epigraph found in Block 4 in the Auschwitz Memorial)
Monday, August 3rd 2026. A day I will never forget for as long as I live. This is the day I visited Auschwitz and Auschwitz-Birkenau, the day when I paid my humble, tiny homage to the souls of the people - our fellow human beings - who were humiliated, reduced to nothing more than the lowest of the low, abused, violated, massacred on the altar of the most monstrous cruelty, savagery, hatred, racism. In truth? I have no words. No words at all to express, let alone describe, the sheer horror that grips your heart once you start walking through the corridor where names of the victims can be heard for days and days, when you pass the gate where the famous phrase ‘Arbeit macht frei’ (‘’Work Sets You Free’’) looms, still a menace, a dark threat, a reminder of the worst evil ever done on this Earth.
A reminder of the monsters we ALL hide inside.
Why? Because EVERYONE knew. And if they didn’t know, they suspected. At the very least. And no one reacted. Everyone nestled in their comfort, the ‘I can’t see it, it doesn’t happen’ attitude, the complacency we all love to exercise once our neighbours, even our friends, are threatened. EVERYONE saw people being exiled, ostracised, driven away from their homes, being taken into ghettos. They stood by the side of the street and watched. Maybe even coveted the now empty flats, the available jobs. EVERYONE could see the smoke rising from the chimneys. EVERYONE could smell the nightmarish odour of the burned flesh. EVERYONE had a neighbour who ‘’disappeared’’. But hey, they are Jews. Why should we care?
And this is the debt we ALL owe to these people who were led like lambs to the slaughter. And I doubt whether this debt can EVER be repaid.
This is a concise chronicle of the history of Hell on Earth. From the development plans to the reaction of the civilian population, the mechanisms of Murder and the Final Solution, the horrific daily life in the camps, the moments of liberation.
Liberation…I wonder whether this word is appropriate…Would the survivors use this word? ‘Liberation’? I don’t know…
Narrated in direct, yet sensitive writing (excellent translation by Shaun Whiteside), every page informs, every page describes a new horror, every page is a stab in the heart. The fact that I have walked and seen the spots - what a weak word to describe the pits of Hell! - makes reading Sybille Steinbacher’s book a powerful experience.
When I left Birkenau, on the way back to Krakow, the first thing I did was to text someone I hold very close to my heart. I wanted to reach out to a loved one in Athens, miles and miles away, to hear his comforting words. I told him, ‘All the books and films in the world couldn’t prepare me for what I have experienced. I broke down and cried in a corner, trying to hide my tears. We all did.’
And to that I hold. EVERYONE must visit this ‘place’ at least once. If we don’t remember, then we are worthy of our fate. The basest of fate. We are nothing more than monsters. Not animals. Never that. No animal would ever do this to another creature.
So, love, people. Love and express your love even if you become tiresome along the way. Only love can save us from our wretched selves.
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“Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions.”
Primo Levi