Watching the documentary film ”Nazi Scrapbooks from Hell: Auschwitz Death Camp” is revolting. It is indeed a monster’s act of sheer evil. Yet, it happened.
By accident, the scrapbooks were found and the unknown was left open – a pandora’s box of the Holocaust.
It is impossible to fully grasp by sheer imagination awakened by documentary films how and what it really was then. Picked up in masse; forcedly loaded, hauled, cramped and locked in a train; travelled in days totally unknowing where the tracks lead; abruftly halted and disembarked in the middle of nowhere where barbed-wire and warehouses lined in a distance; lined and finger-pointed to another segregation line where families and ties never existed; stripped and shaved from head to toe aggravating possible face recognition; wondering in wait what follows; standing in wait for an older family or child to reappear; looking up seeing smoke billowing over a mysteriously large chimney in commotion and continued hauling and segregation of lined up lost people - siren echoes …. then, silence. There’ll be a next day … so was hoped for … or rather, whished to none …
I may not reach the ground zero of a death camp, but I know I will reach a ground zero of my person. The scrapbooks were meant to survive. Survivors are meant to outlive the chambers and a death camp. All for the 21st century not only to know and remember … but importantly to live without repeating that page of man’s history — a holocaust.

