Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death: Reflections on Memory and Imagination - Rilegato

Kulka, Otto Dov

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ISBN 10: 0674072898 ISBN 13: 9780674072893

Casa editrice: Belknap Pr, 2013

Riassunto

Historian Otto Dov Kulka has dedicated his life to studying and writing about Nazism and the Holocaust. Until now he has always set to one side his personal experiences as a child inmate at Auschwitz. Breaking years of silence, Kulka brings together the personal and historical, in a devastating, at times poetic, account of the concentration camps and the private mythology one man constructed around his experiences.

Auschwitz is for the author a vast repository of images, memories, and reveries: “the Metropolis of Death” over which rules the immutable Law of Death. Between 1991 and 2001, Kulka made audio recordings of these memories as they welled up, and in Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death he sifts through these fragments, attempting to make sense of them. He describes the Family Camp’s children’s choir in which he and others performed “Ode to Joy” within yards of the crematoria, his final, indelible parting from his mother when the camp was liquidated, and the “black stains” along the roadside during the winter death march. Amidst so much death Kulka finds moments of haunting, almost unbearable beauty (for beauty, too, Kulka says, is an inescapable law).

As the author maps his interior world, readers gain a new sense of what it was to experience the Shoah from inside the camps—both at the time, and long afterward. Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death is a unique and powerful experiment in how one man has tried to understand his past, and our shared history.

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Otto Dov Kulka is Rosenbloom Professor Emeritus of Jewish History at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem.

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From Chapter Three: The Final Liquidation of the ‘Family Camp’

A completely different type of encounter with the Auschwitz form of death lay in a kind of development, if one can put it like that, an involuntary upgrading of the games of daring, the games of touching the electrified barbed- wire fence. This was in October 1944 . By then I was already in the men’s camp together with my father, working as an apprentice to a group of blacksmiths, of whom my father was one. Every day after work I would pass a small metal container of soup to my uncle through the barbed wire. The uncle, my mother’s brother, had arrived from Theresienstadt and was in an adjacent camp. That particular day, around dusk, was the same. But on that day a revolt broke out among the Sonderkommando inmates in one of the crematoria, an event which became fateful for me as well. The inmates rebelled, set fire to the crematorium, and tried to escape. The procedure in such cases was to electrify the fence. Of course, I did not learn about all this until afterwards.

As I did every day, I passed the container with the soup through the fence, and at one point I touched the barbed wire. I felt shocks run through every part of my body and I was stuck to the fence. I was immobilized but felt as though I had risen into the air and was floating a few centimeters above the ground. At that moment I understood well what had happened: I was caught on the electrified fence.

At that moment it was also clear to me that I was dead, because it was known that anyone caught on the wire died instantly. But I see, even as I float, even as I experience a choking feeling, as I look at the world around me – I see that nothing has changed. Blue skies hide between the clouds, there are people opposite me – opposite me, wearing a faded green coat and holding a large wooden pole, a Soviet prisoner of war was standing and staring. The only thought that kept pounding in my head the whole time was: I am dead, and the world as I see it has not changed! Is this what the world looks like after death?

Here was the boundless curiosity a human being possesses from the moment he first becomes aware of his mortality; curiosity that transcends death: ‘What is it like to be dead? Is this what it is like to be dead? After all, one sees the world as it is and the world is open before me. I am floating, yes, but nothing has changed.’ This riddle, which had vexed me since the age of five or six, without any connection to death or to the Metropolis of Death or to the crematoria, was suddenly solved. Death is not death – the world has not changed; I see the world and I take in the world. That was the experience that overwhelmed me during all those long minutes and seconds, until someone standing there grabbed the wooden pole – or maybe it was a shovel – from the Soviet prisoner of war and poked me in the chest with it a few times. I slid to the ground.

What happened afterwards – that is a different story. The burns on my hands turned into pus- filled sores and I had to hide to avoid being selected for the group of those unfit for work . . .

Dettagli dell?edizione

• Editore: Belknap Pr
• Data di pubblicazione: 2013
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 0674072898
• ISBN 13: 9780674072893
• Rilegatura: Copertina rigida
• Numero di pagine: 127
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• Persona responsabile: non disponibile