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Father Dear Diary, It has been now about a year since we first came to Auschwitz. Today was a bad day for me. My wife came into my office in the afternoon and complained how she hated it here and that she was angry that Lt. Kotler was moved to the front. She also didn’t believe the children should be growing up here with all these killings of the dirty animals. I got quite angry at her because it was only yesterday that I said, how I won’t be able to go back to Berlin and that was the end of the discussion, but today she had to bring it up again. After the conversation with my wife, leaders and directors of our great party came here for a conference meeting. I had been told that from now on as soon as the animals (Jews) come in we shall gas them straight away. This will free space in the camp and making the camp easier to run. As the Gentlemen were telling me the new plans for Auschwitz I was told that I will be moving back to my old position in Berlin. This should be great news for my family. So I have decided to let Bruno, Gretel, and my Wife to go as soon as possible and I shall join them later. It will be good for me to go back to my old post, looking out the window as I write this entry I realize how bored Bruno must be and how I rarely ever spend time with him, Gretel to must not be enjoying herself here, although she is fairly interested in the Nazi’s great success. When I get back to Berlin I will change I am going to spend more time with my son and daughter. I will have to conclude this entry as Bruno and Gretel are here and I have to tell them the good news… Gretel Dear Diary, It has been 4 months since we have arrived at Auschwitz. Today I finished pinning up all the posters and I also threw the dolls away. I’m far to mature for dolls anymore. Although I miss little Mindy who would always use to get messy and also my favorite doll Sally. I loved Sally’s hair which was curly and blonde with her blue eyes. I will miss them for sure. Wait… what am I saying, I don’t like dolls, doll’s are for kids, I only love my country and its Great leader fighting against the Jews. I also love Kurt to. He’s so funny, smart, strong, and handsome. I just love him so much, but I don’t want to seem like I’m obsessed. Everything else so far has been boring here. Whenever Kurt’s with mother and I’ve already read all the newspapers there is nothing to do except I guess be with Bruno but that’s no fun. It’s always Bruno with his imaginary friend or Bruno exploring around. But I really actually love Bruno even though I never show it, he is so young and doesn’t actually know what’s going on. Tomorrow Her Liszt is coming which means I need to study, so I am going to finish up now. From, Gretel. Grandfather Dear Diary, Today I received a letter from my son. He told me to keep well and that we are winning the war. That raised my spirits. It’s rarely that I do get a letter from my son, because he is a very busy man being the commandant. He always has to make sure everything is running correctly and always do what the Furor says. I am so proud of my boy, especially the time just before he set off to Auschwitz, where he got promoted as Commandant. At that moment I knew I had taught him well. I taught him to be brave, strong, courageous and to fight for you country just like I did in World War 1. It is a pity however that my wife could never understand the joy and happiness of being able to stand up and fight for your country. Even when I went to fight, she never liked it and would rarely speak to me till the war was over. Now that she’s dead I understand what she was saying about the pain of death to others and how death is not as simple as just a gun with a bullet. She went to her grave always thinking that it was her fault that our son became a monster (in her eyes). I will always feel a great guilt
knowing that it was my argument with her just before she died that possibly gave her the heart attack. |
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