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    ings are to be put into shoes. The children s little stockings into
    their sandals, boots and shoes. Be tidy!
    And straight after this:  As you proceed to the bathhouse,
    take with you your valuables, documents, money, towel and soap.
    I repeat . . .
    Inside the women s barrack was a hairdresser s. The hair
    of the naked women was cut with clippers; old women had
    their wigs removed. This had a strange psychological effect: the
    hairdressers testify that this haircut of death did more than
    anything to convince the women that they really were going to the
    bathhouse. Young women would sometimes stroke their heads
    and say,  It s uneven here. Please make it smoother. Most of the
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    women calmed down after their haircut; nearly all of them left the
    barrack carrying their piece of soap and a folded towel. Some
    young women wept over the loss of their beautiful plaits.
    Why did the Germans shave women s hair? To deceive them
    better? No, Germany needed this hair. It was a raw material. I
    have asked many people what the Germans did with the hair
    that they removed from the heads of the living departed. Every
    witness said that the vast heaps of hair  black, red-gold and fair,
    straight, curly and wavy  were first disinfected, then packed into
    sacks and sent off to Germany. All the witnesses confirmed that
    the sacks bore German addresses. How was the hair used? No-
    one could answer. There is just one written deposition, from
    a certain Kohn, to the effect that the hair was used by the navy
    to fill mattresses and for such things as making hawsers for
    submarines. Other witnesses claim that the hair was used to pad
    saddles for the cavalry.
    This testimony, in my view, requires further confirmation. In
    due course, this will be given to humanity by Grossadmiral Raeder,
    who in 1942 was in charge of the German Navy.
    The men undressed outside, in the yard. One hundred and fifty
    to three hundred strong men from the first contingent of the
    day would be chosen to bury the corpses; they themselves were
    usually killed the following day. The men had to undress quickly
    but in an orderly manner, leaving their shoes, socks, underwear,
    jackets and trousers in neat piles. These were then sorted out by
    a second work squad, known as  the reds because of the red
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    armbands they wore to distinguish them from the squad  on
    transport duty . Items considered worth sending to Germany
    were taken to the store; first, though, any metal or cloth labels
    had to be carefully removed from them. All other items were
    burned or buried in pits.
    Everyone was feeling more and more anxious. There was a
    terrible stench, intermingled with the smell of lime chloride.
    There were fat and persistent flies  an extraordinary number of
    them. What were they doing here, among pine-trees, on dry well-
    trodden ground? Everyone was breathing heavily now, shaking
    and trembling, staring at every little trifle that might give them
    some understanding, at anything that might lift the curtain of
    mystery and let them glimpse the fate that awaited them. And
    what were those gigantic excavators doing, rumbling away in
    the southern part of the camp?
    Next, though, came another procedure. The naked people had
    to queue at a  ticket window to hand over their documents and
    valuables. And again they heard that terrible, hypnotizing voice:
     Achtung! Achtung! The penalty for concealing valuables is death.
     Achtung! Achtung!
    The Scharführer sat in a small wooden booth. Other S.S. men
    and Wachmänner stood nearby. On the ground were a number of
    wooden boxes into which they threw valuables. One was for
    paper money; one was for coins; a third was for watches, rings,
    earrings, and brooches with precious stones and bracelets. Docu-
    ments were just thrown on the ground, since no-one had any
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    use for the documents of the living dead who, within an hour,
    would be lying crushed in a pit. Gold and valuables, however,
    were carefully sorted; dozens of jewellers were engaged in ascer-
    taining the quality of the metal, the value of the stones, the clarity
    of the diamonds.
    Astonishingly, the brute beasts were able to make use of every-
    thing. Leather, paper, cloth  everything of use to man was of
    use to these beasts. It was only the most precious valuable in
    the world  human life  that they trampled beneath their boots.
    Powerful minds, honourable souls, glorious childish eyes, sweet
    faces of old women, proudly beautiful girlish heads that nature
    had toiled age after age to fashion  all this, in a vast silent flood,
    was condemned to the abyss of non-being. A few seconds was
    enough to destroy what nature and the world had slowly shaped
    in life s vast and tortuous creative process.
    This booth with its small  ticket window was a turning
    point. It marked the end of the process of torture by deception, the
    end of the lie that held people in a trance of ignorance, in a fever
    that hurled them between hope and despair, between visions of
    life and visions of death. This torture by deception aided the S.S.
    men in their work; it was an essential feature of the conveyor-
    belt executioner s block. Now, however, the final act had begun;
    the process of plundering the living dead was nearly completed,
    and the Germans changed their style of behaviour. They tore
    off rings and broke women s fingers; earlobes were ripped off
    along with earrings.
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    At this point a new principle had to be implemented if
    the conveyor-belt executioner s block was to continue to function
    smoothly. The word  Achtung! was replaced by the hissing
    sounds of  Schneller! Schneller! Schneller! Faster! Faster! Faster!
    Faster into non-existence!
    We know from the cruel reality of recent years that a naked
    man immediately loses his powers of resistance. He ceases to
    struggle. Having lost his clothes, he loses his instinct of self-
    preservation and starts to accept whatever happens to him as
    his inevitable fate. Someone with an unquenchable thirst for life
    becomes passive and apathetic. Nevertheless, to make doubly
    sure that there were no mishaps, the S.S. found a way to stun
    their victims during this last stage of the conveyor belt s work, to
    reduce them to a state of complete psychic paralysis.
    How did they achieve this?
    Through a sudden recourse to pointless, alogical brutality.
    The naked people  people who had lost everything but who
    obstinately persisted in remaining human, a thousand times
    more so than the creatures around them wearing the uniforms of
    the German army  were still breathing, still looking, still think-
    ing; their hearts were still beating. All of a sudden their towels
    and pieces of soap were knocked out of their hands. They were
    lined up in rows of five.
     Hände hoch! Marsch! Schneller! Schneller!
    They were then marched down a straight alley, 120 metres long
    and two metres wide, bordered by flowers and fir trees. This led
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    to the place of execution. There was barbed wire on either side of
    the alley, which was lined by S.S. men and Wachmänner standing
    shoulder to shoulder, the former in grey uniforms, the latter in
    black. The path was sprinkled with white sand, and those who
    were walking in front with their hands in the air could see on this
    loose sand the fresh imprint of bare feet: the small footprints of
    women, the tiny footprints of children, the heavy footprints of
    the old. This faint trace in the sand was all that remained of the
    thousands of people who had not long ago passed this way, who
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