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Arden 2022-01-12 08:01:14


Even the night and the fog is a quiet and peaceful scenery,
even the pasture in the harvest season, there are crows hovering above the head and haystacks,
even the roads
that come and go by vehicles, farmers, and couples, even the remote countryside with churches and markets.
We are leading to concentration camps
registro Akhmetov, Iolani Berg, Austin Horowitz
Nunn Brigham, Belsen, Raven Innsbruck, dacha ...
these could have been of some lackluster on the map and guide book names
blood has dried up, the mouthpiece has remained silent
camera was the only visitor
unknown weeds covering that had been trodden refugee trail
network has been cut off electricity
only our own footsteps

in 1933
German tanks launched
a no objection The voice of the nation
has no disagreements or disputes.
This nation is plotting a bloodbath
. There is no difference between repairing a concentration camp and repairing stadiums or hotels.
Contractors, evaluation, bidding
are undoubtedly mixed with bribes.
There is no specific style. Let your imagination run free to play the
Alpine style.
garage-style
Japanese-style
no style
architect calmly front door designed as a single access road
at the same time, Berg, a German workers
Stern, a Jewish school in Amsterdam student
Xin Mu Sharansky, a Krakow businessman
also With Annette, the girls who go to school in Bordeaux live as usual. I
don’t know that there is a place waiting for them a few hundred miles away.
One day when their barracks ready
to disappear is that they
were arrested in Warsaw,
Lodz, Prague,
Brussels, Athens
starting Zagreb, Odessa, or Rome
to Brownsville match was detained
in Vilnius Steve captured
insurgents
Most people gathered in Compiègne , unprepared, accidentally or inevitably
started their journey to the concentration camp, the

train was blocked, and
hundreds of people hurriedly drove out of the station , crowded in one carriage,
unable to distinguish between day and night. Hungry, thirsty, suffocation, crazy.
Will anyone find it when a message slip falls on the ground?
This is the prelude to death.
Its second act unfolds in the night and fog.
Today, the sun is shining on the same railroad tracks.
What are we looking for when we walk along them?
Was it the traces of a corpse that fell to the ground when the door of the carriage was opened?
Or those people who were
kidnapped by rifles, barking army dogs, and dazzling searchlights to the concentration camp?
In the distance is the fire of the crematorium.
On countless similar nights, they are so familiar to Nazi soldiers. The

first sight of the concentration camp is as if they have entered another planetary
bathing room/disinfection room . The refugees are naked
under the pretext of cleanliness
. Lost all dignity, the
shaved head
tattoo
number
is pasted with incomprehensible grade symbols and
put on a blue striped uniform
Sometimes according to the infamous "NachtundNebe!", the "NachtundNebe!
"
political prisoners wear red triangles, and others wear green triangles:
ordinary criminals are at
the top of all classes , and the heads of prisoners
are usually ordinary. The criminals
have a higher level: the unshakable Nazi SS keeps ten feet from
the top, the commander is responsible for overseeing the daily affairs of the
concentration camp, pretending not to know anything that happened in the concentration camp,
who knows anything?
Regarding the truth about these concentration camps, apart from the builders
and the incredible survivors...
what truth do we expect to know?

Makeshift barrack, three people crowded a bed
at a cramped place to go
to eat in fear
where sleep itself has become a threat ...
can not be measured in words or imagine it:
no border no fear of ending
we need grass The
thick blankets used to store food and valuables condemn and curse
everyone. Everyone is repeating the
sudden appearance of the Nazi Party
with the enthusiasm for spot checks and mischief.
These brick-and-wood dormitories are filled with tortured dreams.
We can only give you. Looking at the shell,
here is the scene where the story takes place:
the building that can be used as a stable, garage or factory has
poor soil, and now it has become a wasteland
with an indifferent autumn sky.
We can only rely on these leftovers to imagine On those heartbreaking and crying nights,
they grabbed the lice on their bodies and fought with their teeth.
Try to fall asleep early
and wake up as soon as the day breaks and
tremblingly ask the people around you if you have seen your lost finances last night
at five o'clock in the morning... The crowd gathered in the surveillance field that
night has died and discarded the disguised
orchestra playing a certain The march of the little opera. The
refugees walked towards the quarry or the factory. They
worked in the snow that quickly turned to frozen ground. They
worked under the high temperature in August. They were exhausted by thirst and dysentery.
Three thousand Spaniards were trying to build this place.
The stone steps leading to the Mautossen quarry died and
worked in the underground factory for
a month and then for a month. They dug holes, buried them, avoided, and were killed.
Among them were women’s names: Dora, Laura,
but they weighed only a little bit. The 70-pound man is not reliable. The
Nazi soldiers closely guarded and monitored them
before returning to the concentration camp. They called them together. They searched and checked the
village signs to guide everyone back home. The
prisoners only needed to write down the daily victims. The
refugees gathered again. Collect
what they crave together : every spoonful of
food
soup
is priceless. One
less spoon means one day less life.
Two or three cigarettes are exchanged for a bowl of soup.
Many people are too thin to protect the food
they deserve. Waiting to let the frozen
ground or heavy snow take away their lives. Lying somewhere, anywhere, alone, dying in
public toilets and surrounding facilities
. People with swollen abdomens and thin woods, come here seven or eight times every night. The
soup is diuretic.
Condolences for those who ran into drunken prisoners under the moonlight.
Refugees looked at each other with fear to
see if they had similar symptoms:
"Blood in urine" was a sign of death.
Secret trades and killings
were carried out on the black market. They greeted themselves. Friends exchange news, spread gossip,
organize resistance groups.
A society is gradually bred out of fear and fear,
but it is not as good as the Nazi Party and their famous sayings:
"Cleanliness is health"
"Work is freedom"
"Everyone does their duty.
" Lice equals death" What if it is a lice on a Nazi officer?
Each have their own surprises concentration camp
orchestra
zoo
Himmler (Germany Nazi leader) of greenhouse cultivation of rare plants
Buchenwald Goethe Oak
them when the construction of the camp intact oak tree
orphanage, short, but always Adding new children
to temporary wooden houses for the elderly, the weak
, the sick, and the disabled. At the same time, a real world, the world from the past
and its quiet and peaceful scenery, seems not far away,
but for the Jews, it’s just an illusion
. The world is so close to independence. The universe
is surrounded by
guards. Soldiers stand on it, watch and
aim at the prisoners
. Shoot them when they
are bored. Everything can be an
excuse
for verbal abuse, punishment, and humiliation. The
quilt is not folded for several hours. Good means 20 batons
Don’t attract the attention of the officers. Don’t pray to God that
they have their own gallows and
the yard of the execution ground. The 11th area of ​​the execution ground is isolated and
used to execute prisoners
. The walls are protected to prevent bullets from rebounding
. The “black transport plane” departs at night
with passengers who will never show up again
. Since then, no one has heard of

it. But the human nature is cheerful.
Even though the body is exhausted, the mind continues to be
wrapped in bandaged hands.
They are busy making spoons, puppet
monster
boxes that can be hidden at any time.
They work hard to record with words to
keep their minds clear and let their dreams continue.
"crawfisha!abasquaise" (French).
They talk to God.
They even organize politically to
challenge management of concentration camp affairs. ordinary prisoners
they take care of the situation even worse friends
to share transaction with them, and help each other
when there is no way, with the chagrin of the heart
they put dying people sent to concentration camps hospital
this building placed bed floor mistaken for
a It’s a real hospital,
but in fact, only the death
medicine is fake here. The clothes are as thin as paper.
No matter what the disease is, they take a kind of ointment.
Sometimes these people who are about to starve to death have to eat their own clothes. In the
end, all the refugees are almost the same.
I can't see that my eyes are wide open when I die.
This is the surgery building.
At first glance, what do you think you are behind the scary nurse stretcher of a real clinic
Nazi doctor ? Meaningless surgery, amputation surgery, experimental resection of prisoners, just like Nazi surgeons are also eager to try big pharmaceutical companies send samples of toxic chemicals to concentration camps or buy a batch of refugees for testing . Some "white mice" have survived. Castrated down and burned with phosphorous. For some people, their flesh becomes the price of life and the shadow will accompany them for life. The administrative department will take pictures of every refugee who has just arrived and write down their names. They come from 22 countries in total and they fill up. Hundreds of books, thousands of files, with red strokes to remove the names of the dead. The prisoners were under the supervision of Nazi officers and privileged prisoners to record these crazy, full of mistakes. These people are the bosses and backbones of the concentration camps. The elementary prisoner has his own house to store necessities and enjoy the caress of young women at night. The commander’s villa is nearby. His wife lives here and maintains a healthy family life just like other garrison towns, although she may be a little boring. The war does not seem to end. Fortunate prisoners, there is a brothel . The women inside have a better life, but like everyone else, they are destined to have only one dead end. They sometimes throw some bread crust from the window to their companions outside. Nazi management Disguised as a real city































Hospitals, red light districts, residential areas
Yes, and even prisons.
All the words are pale
in front of these cells . Refugees can neither stand nor lie down in such cages.
Men and women are here systematically undergoing torture. Unsound-
proof pores.

1942
Himmler’s visit to
"We must destroy efficiently."
The technicians who left the production to him
Himmler focused on destroying
them, discussing plans,
making models
and putting them into practice, allowing the prisoners to build themselves.
View from the outside. It’s like a landscape postcard.
Today, tourists took pictures at their door,
expelled and spread to the entire European
escort. They lost their way, stopped, started again and
were attacked by bombs, and finally arrived.
For some, the purge has already begun, and
for others, it will be completed soon.
The one on the left can continue to work, while the one on the right...
These photos were taken before a massacre , and the poison gas was transported in a tube that
took too much time
.
From the outside, the gas chamber is no different from other buildings
. It looks like a shower room welcoming newcomers. The
door is closed and the
clock is closed . The
only sign to continue walking ...but you have to know...
the nails on the ceiling are scratched
and even the concrete is scratched out
when the crematorium is not enough. Pile of firewood,
but the crematorium can solve thousands of corpses in a day,

everything is preserved
These are the war reserves of the Nazi army.
These are their warehouses. They are
all filled with women’s hair,
fifteen cents and a kilogram. They are used for weaving.
This is bone
fertilizer... At least, they have tried to
use bones as raw materials... It is indescribable that
they make them from corpses. soap
As the skin ...

1945
everywhere overcrowded camps
emerging residents than 100,000 people in the city
of heavy industry rely on these rapidly evolving labor profit
facility also has its own ban Nazi concentration camps into the army
Adams wearing a leaf, branch if the S & P, Hengke
IG Farben this, Siemens, Herman Gerry obtain new labor here
if the Nazis win the war
these new towns will be part of the German economy
, but they are losing the war
crematoriums no coal, no food Jewish refugee
camp streets filled with corpses
spot Typhoid fever spread everywhere
when the Allies opened the doors and
all the doors...
Jewish refugees looked at everything in confusion, are
they free? Is the peaceful life finally back?
"I'm not responsible" The prisoner said
"I'm not responsible" The officer said
"I'm not responsible"
Then whose responsibility is this?
I told you all about the time, the pond and the ruins of ice water
filled mass graves empty
cold muddy water, like our memories cloudy
War asleep
but you never opened his eyes
Grass once again covered the audit field concentration camp near
an abandoned village still dangerous because of heavy
incinerator has been suspended
now Nazi deceit has become a child's trick
nine million souls wandering the countryside
with us from this strange Outlook Is Tali looking out
to remind visitors to be wary of new executioners?
Are their faces really different from ours?
Among us, the fortunate prisoners are still alive
and the reinstated Nazi officers, as well as anonymous informers.
Some people refuse to believe or only temporarily believe that
we have a serious look at this pile of ruins
like an old monster, falling forever. Under the gravel,
when these pictures become the past, we pretend to be hopeful again,
as if the suffering in the concentration camp is healed.
We pretend that all of this will only happen once at a specific time and place.
We turn a blind eye
to the surroundings and cry for humanity. Shout deaf ears

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Night and Fog quotes

  • Récitant/Narrator: Those of us who pretend to believe that all this happened at a certain time and in a certain place, and those who refuse to see, who do not hear the cry to the end of time.

  • Récitant/Narrator: As I speak to you now, the icy water of the ponds and ruins fill the hallows of the mass graves, a frigid and muddy water, as murky as our memory. War nods off to sleep, but keeps one eye always open.