Three hundred prisoners are marched out of Auschwitz, only one returns.
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“Without thinking he instinctively took hold of the body’s forearm, to steady it while he cut the rope which held the wrist onto the wheel. With a sensation which made Emmett feel physically ill the charred flesh moved under the pressure from his fingers. It slipped up the bone of the forearm and exposed the still slightly pink flesh remaining…
This is a factual story about a death march endured by a prisoner of Auschwitz during World War II. It was told to the author by the survivor who is still alive today, he turns 95 years old in 2014. He is the grand father of the author’s wife and endearingly known to all as “oppi”.
A testament to oppi’s ability to survive, this story is but one of the many stories he shares with whomever is willing to lend him an ear. All these stories are contained within my book “The Auschwitz Garden”—over 100,000 words—from which this short story has been extracted.