The more I read about the WWII more I believe that the German army was a band of murderers of children, women and elderly, and that most of the German people knew of the atrocities committed in Europe but they not care while their armies won the battles and they not suffer the consequences.
For many years, too much, the Germans, aided by the Americans with the excuse of the Cold War, were very successful in hiding the extent of his crimes to other countries. Several myths were constructed, such that only the Nazis were the murderers, who knew nothing of the thousands of concentration and extermination camps that they were defending Europe from communism and ultimately, they were also victims.
A blanket of silence spread, and unfortunately still exists on Germany. various topics are taboo, ask a German if your father or grandfather murdered children is a lack of education, everything about Hitler and the massacres committed by the Germans is carefully muted in the daily life . A collective amnesia was embedded in the brains of all Germans.
Fortunately are emerging new evidence showing that they knew everything or almost everything. I will show two interesting testimonies. One is a German-Italian writer Curzio Malaparte and another of a German soldier who ended deserting of German army and retired to live in Spain where he married with a Spanish lady. The books are Curzio´s Malaparte Kaputt and Hans Oswald Kula´s "It had to happen so !. War diaries of a missing man. 1933-1946 (Es musste ja so kommen!- Das Kriegsbuch eines Vermissten )
A shocking testimony of Hans Kukla :
"...I was still doing my trips in my spare time , to the sunny countryside, the gloomy forests which were growing amount of mushrooms. Further contributing to our food supply . Leaving the area of the company was still being absolutely forbidden because of the danger of partisans. But we , one or two of my comrades and I , walked in the deep forest, I walked alone in the countryside , and collected vegetables but never saw partisans . To my comrades was funny my love for the things of nature , They call me " Wurzelsepp " and " naturhombre " and they were eager of the daily booty that I brought of mushrooms .
One day walking through the neighboring area to our barracks I heard a pitiful screams and shrill cries of women and children . I went to where they came from and I found about seven or eight women with several children. They were gypsies. They had just finished digging a deep pit and kept before her screaming and crying , held by the punches and kicks of a band of SD ( Security Service of the SS) they were trying to kiss the boots of those beasts , trying to reach their hands in despair , only to return to receive more kicks. I paled when I stood witness the scene and soon I understood that it was . A brutal lieutenant
, about nineteen years old, as newly hatched , smoking a cigarette pulling aside a decided gesture. Call your men back, who put their guns in a line , four men. Women were frightened shaking from the ground , keeping children at hand at enfolding their faces. Not one dared to get up and run away from there . A boy, about five or six years with a beautiful face , curly hair and sweet looking expressively with large dark eyes to his executioners , understanding nothing . The lieutenant elevated then his hand to the brim of his cap , taking a composure between tragic and solemn. Among women terrifying and agonizing screams. girls bitten the machine guns with rabid and everything is over. Only the stridency of some cry floated by the steppe still while the SD with his shovels were throwing the remains of those bloody bodies into the pit . Something held me there without straying as if deep down I wanted to witness what was going to happen , I wanted to let my eyes be convinced of what the Germans are ables to do . Had crowded the teeth until I almost broke the jaws by the pain.
Four or five of my comrades in the meantime had approached and they did jokes without shame about the form and manner of pleading women , how shaking her nasty screaming and they regretted not had been able to violate one of those pretty young - and went back to the barracks . I felt within me a tremendous shame and burning a dreadful degradation. .....I felt to open a wide gulf between " my comrades " and I go when I see them laughing obscenely and go to dining and drinking a pint of vodka as they were entitled to . Only one of them pulled away from the group and came towards me. We walked in silence ..... alongside each other for a while, until he gave me a light slap on the shoulder and said, almost pleased at its Dusseldorf´s jargon :
- Boy, boy ...what beasts are the Germans !
From that experience in the vicinity of forests surrounding the steppe of Nowo - Dugino in those sunsets full of peace watching the clouds , I have since ceased to be German."
CHILDREN ROMA (ROMA) USED IN STUDIES OF RACE. Mulfingen. Germany about 1943.
Eva Justin was a physician's assistant Robert Ritter, a Nazi expert in the field of Roma (Gypsies). She studied the Romani children who appear in this film as part of his thesis on the racial characteristics of the Roma. The children lived in San Josefspflege, a children's home in Mulfingen, Germany. Justin completed his study shortly after this movie was filmed. The children were deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau, where most were killed.
They were poor Jewish girls who had fled into the fields and the woods to escape the hands of the Germans. The grain fields and the woods of Bessarabia, between Baltsiu and Soroca, were full of Jewish girls hiding in fear of the Germans, in fear of the hands of the Germans.
They were not afraid of their faces, their terrible raucous voices, their blue eyes, their broad and hairy feet, but they were afraid of their hands. They were not afraid of their fair hair or their tommy guns, but they were afraid of their hands. When a column of German soldiers appeared at the end of the road, the Jewish girls hiding in the wheat and among the trunks of the acacias and birches shook with fear; if one of them began crying and screaming, her companions jammed their hands over her mouth, or filled her mouth with straw; but the girl would struggle and howl -- she was afraid of the German hands; she already felt those hard German hands under her dress. She already felt those fingers penetrating her secret flesh. They lived for days hidden in the fields amid the wheat, stretched out between the furrows among the tall golden ears in a warm forest of golden trees; they moved very slowly, lest the golden ears should sway. Whenever the Germans saw the ears swaying in the windless air, they called "Achtung! Partisans!" and fired volleys with their tommy guns into the forest of golden wheat.
They were Jewish girls, about eighteen to twenty years old; they were the youngest and best looking. The others, the ugly and crippled girls of Bessarabian ghettos, remained shut up in their houses, and peered from behind the curtains to watch the Germans go by and shook with fear. Maybe it was not only fear, maybe it was something else that made these unfortunate women tremble: the hunch-backed, the lame, the halt, the scurvy-scarred, the pockmarked or those with their hair devoured by eczema. They shook with fear as they lifted the curtains to watch the German soldiers go by, and they drew back frightened by the casual glance, the involuntary gesture or the voice of some soldier; but they laughed, red in the face and sweating, within those darkened rooms, and they ran limping and bumping against each other to the window of the next room to watch the German soldiers rounding the bend in the road.
|Łapanka, 1941 kidnapping raid inWarsaw's Żoliborz district. Selected young women were later forced into military brothels|
The girls hidden in the fields and in the woods grew pale when they heard the rumble of motors, the clatter of horses, the creaking of wheels on the roads leading to Baltsiu in Bessarabia, to Soroca on the Dniester, and to the Ukraine. They lived like wild beasts, feeding on what little they could beg from the peasants, a few slices of mamaliga bread, some scraps of saltedbrenza. There were days when at sunset the German soldiers went out to hunt for the Jewish girls in the wheat. They spread out like fingers of a huge hand, raking the wheatfields, and they hailed one another, "Kurt! Fritz! Karl!" They had youthful slightly hoarse voices. They looked like sportsmen beating a moor to raise the partridges, quails and pheasants.
One day the health service of the II th German Army decided to open a military brothel in Soroca . The problem was that most women sorocha old and were not ugly ......The military command sent patrols to give chase to Jewish girls hidden in the wheat fields and forests surrounding the city. And so when the brothel was opened with the official visit , the most severe military style, the commander of the II th Army , General von Schobert and his entourage could be greeted by a dozen girls pale sore eyes with tears. They were all very young , some little more than a girls ........
By the looks seemed humble , shy and scared. I saw them go down the street a few days before the opening of the brothel were ten and walked with a bundle under his arm, a leather suitcase or bundle tied with twine thread, followed by two SS armed with automatic rifles .....
Every twenty days ... Germans were responsible to replace the girls that came to the brothel made them into a truck and took them to the river ... "