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Auschwitz II - Birkenau:
Noémi's
return
This was the fourth* time Noémi
had returned to Auschwitz. Noémi’s dear ones would never
emerge from Auschwitz-Birkenau: her grandmother, Nina;
her
12-year-old sister, Erzsébet; her six-month-old brother, Gábor;
and their mother, Juliska. They likely met their death from the Zyklon B gas
of gas chamber number five.
“I am a free
woman now," Noémi said, "and I wanted to go back and try to follow every single
step that they had to take...to have the opportunity to stay there, touch every
brick
and every wire."

The grounds of Auschwitz II, seen from the main watchtower
7/01/06
3:28 pm, in
the main
watchtower
of Auschwitz
II - Birkenau
Jürgen [a tour
guide]: “All the buildings were basically coming from a factory in Germany
that
was producing horse stables. They were selling these originally as horse
stables. So wherever you see a chimney, that is showing us how many of these
buildings were here. This camp of Auschwitz II, also known as Birkenau,
was
never fully completed. The Germans had plans to extend this camp … three [gas chambers] were blown up by the retreating German army and the SS to
try to eliminate the proof of the crimes that were committed here. It was
obviously impossible. There were very many mass-graves also … we don’t know how
many people died here … many of the people who arrived here were immediately
sent for mass extermination into gas chambers, and we have no records at all
about the numbers of those people who died immediately after their arrival…
this
camp was designed from 1942 onwards, and then extended in stages … They started
[shipping Hungarian Jews to Auschwitz in 1944] from March onwards, and July
11
was the last transport of Hungarian Jews. The camp was not only for Jews. There
were other inmates in the camp. Gypsies for example. Priests, homosexuals.
People who were resisting the Germans. Polish. It didn’t matter what
nationality.
Recordings:
Conversations during Noémi 's return to Auschwitz II - Birkenau
3:37 pm
Sean:
We just saw the watchtower. Huge. I very much do believe that it
could be 5,000 [500] football fields.
3:38 pm
Noémi
: Further down, about when you see that pillar, that’s where Mengele was
standing on the pedestal. That’s where he separated us. While were still
here, in the cattle car, I was together with my dear ones, and we didn’t
know what would happen to us … 20 minutes later
I all of the sudden had to get out of there ... and 15
minutes later I lost
my whole family. So I will show you the road where my
dear ones, my mom, my grandma, my little sister and brother, had to walk
the long, long road to the gas chamber.

3:46 pm
Noémi
: Look around you. Look at this huge, huge place, full with prisoners, full
with people ready to die ... if I close my eyes,
I see the people everywhere, and German shepherd dogs, and the guards, and
yelling, and kicking, and screaming at us. And we didn’t know what
minute we would be dying. All these fences were electrified. So anybody who
touched it …
Many people died just because we were 62 to 65 pounds. Did you see the picture
in the Hungarian Museum? That’s how we looked, and the rags on us. Just
to be standing in place was a miracle. Many people gave up, let it go.
They were picked up on the side of the road where they dropped ... thousands
of people … we never knew what happened to them. Then, later we learned that
they were taken right away to the gas.
Those people who know my story know why I am here and not in the truck, because
I had three good friends. As we were standing in line, when they saw me, one day
I was really very sick. I never gave up, but I was fainting. The big difference
is that now I am not in Monroe, in the school telling that, but I am in
Auschwitz - Birkenau telling it. While I was falling down,
my friends, one on my right, one on my left, and one on my back, in one second
they decided that they would risk their own lives to save mine. They were holding
me up for three hours with that one rag on me. That’s how I am here.
Q:
What was the average time that they would leave you all in roll call?
Noémi
: Three hours, two times a day.
Q:
Winter or summer?
Noémi
: We were here in summer. We arrived on July the first.
Q: [Apparently
a question about the three friends who saved her. Inaudible.]
Noémi
: "I did see the three of them who saved me. I’m sorry to say the last one
of them died last year."
We
walk a while farther, heading towards the building to which Noémi had been forced, until we reach trees near the Western edge of the camp where
there is a large map.

4:37 pm
Noémi
: “This was my address … that was yours truly.”
Noémi
had lived in section BIIc,
in barrack 24. A legend below the map labels BIIc
as “Transit camp for Jewesses, mainly from Hungary.” It was a “transit”
camp because its prisoners were potential slave workers for German factories.
Noémi explains that after her fourth month in Auschwitz, doctor Josef Mengele
selected her and other Hungarian women to
be shipped
to labor in Germany. At
this point we walked farther, towards the building to which Noémi and the
other
prisoners
were first
forced to
go.
As we walked
north, Noémi
drank from a
small water
bottle. In
her
four months at Auschwitz, Noémi drank not one drop of water. The Nazi guards
sometimes
brought in
tubs of
water, for
which the
prisoners
would fight
and clamber
over one
another.
Noémi once
heard the
guards
remark,
"They kill
each other
for water.
They are are
not human
beings, they
are not even
animals,
they are
just
little worms."
After
hearing
that, Noémi
refused to
fight for
the water. Several teachers
now
comment that the water bottle Noémi now carries through
Auschwitz is a powerful statement.
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7/01/06 4:42
pm
Noémi
: “See, I am in Auschwitz, and I can drink as much water as I want. That
is a victory.”
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We
finally
reach the building where Noémi had been forced to disrobe
and then was
shaved, showered, and tossed a rag to wear.
Noémi said
she had
never felt
so lost, so
alone as she
did in that
building 62
years ago.
At the building’s exit
we reach
a guestbook where Noémi signs
her name and
writes the
following
message:
Back
in the United States, Noémi would tell me that she wrote she was a proud
citizen of the USA because many Europeans have anti-US sentiment, and she
wants
people
to know she loves America, which liberated her from the Nazis.
5:19 pm
Sean:
After Noémi wrote her message on the book in the station, the building where
she had been undressed, shaved, and basically first turned into a prisoner
at Auschwitz, after she wrote in that book she seemed agitated, like she
had tears in her, eyes, and I put a hand on her shoulder and we hugged, I
kissed her on the cheek, and she said, “Next comes the gas chamber. This
is the hardest part.” And her voice had a quaver in it that I don’t think
I’ve ever heard before. I felt a real burst of sadness.
In that moment, I feel a deep,
palpable sense of loss. Erzsébet, Juliska,
Nina and little Gábor
are gone forever. They were good, innocent people, and the Nazis murdered them.
It was so terribly unfair for Noémi, for her family, for all 11 million victims.
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We
next walk to a memorial built outside the ruins of Gas Chamber Number Five. The Nazis
dynamited the chamber
in a failed attempt to cover their crimes. In front of that memorial, Noémi says
in Hebrew the Mourner’s Kaddish, a Jewish prayer for the deceased, with her
son Steven Ban and his daughter Julia Bakken. This was the first time Noémi could
say the prayer at Auschwitz with a minyan, the traditionally required quorum of 10 Jews. |
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Noémi bends down and embraces the
memorial. Many cry. |
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Before
leaving, I place a white rose at the gas chamber ruins. I had thought this
seemed
appropriate,
since The
White Rose
was the name
of student
group that
resisted the
Nazis. Lynn Stone
later told me that Jews leave stones, not flowers, at gravesites because stones
represent permanence, and because by putting a stone on a grave you are
not sacrificing a living entity, a flower, to honor a loved one. Indeed,
stones
cluster
around the
base of the
memorials
above.
I was
embarrassed
learning
this, but
realized my
intention
had been
good and
vowed to
leave stones
next time. Noémi
speaks with us as we walk towards her barrack. By this time the rain has
abated and the sky is beginning to clear. I see small weeds with colored
flower among the grass and see a stork standing in repose on a ruin. Most
of the other wooden barracks in Auschwitz have been reduced to their brick
foundations by 62 years of harsh Polish
winters. Birds sing again in Auschwitz. One especially loud bird overhead
that sings
its heart
out for more
than a
minute.
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5:51 pm
Noémi
: “I don’t have words enough, I can’t express enough how much it means that all
of you are with me.”
5:58 pm
Sean:
“I always thought it was so amazing that you managed to survive. I mean,
not even including
the danger you were in, but just the boredom, the filth,
Noémi
: Oh, everything. Hunger. No water either. Not [being able] to wash ourselves. Everything
was just
taken away.
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At one
point,
several
children
race past
us, perhaps
playing tag.
I worry
again about
whether
future
generations
will respect
Holocaust
sites and
truly
remember.
While in the
camp, shaved bald and
with only a rag to wear, Noémi had been forced to stand in
formation outside her barrack for three hours, twice per day. Prisoners were
given only
bread mixed with sawdust to eat, and a rancid soup and a weak “coffee” to drink.
Desperate to feel clean, Noémi sometimes washed her face with the “coffee.”
6:10 pm
Ryan
Shupe: Where did they line you up?
Noémi
: “In front of the barracks. And then we had to go to the inspection,
and that was another march. And other than that we were sitting in the dirt
and the mud and doing nothing … we occupied each other … we even started
humming melodies … or we took the title of a book and asked who wrote it
... We tried so hard to keep our minds going because
most
of the time we were just [lets her head slump to the side to show how week
and dazed they prisoners had been].
We were hungry, we lost weight in that time frame. Dangerous.
Ryan Shupe: Did you ever see anyone
smile?
Noémi says she never did at
Auschwitz.
Noémi
: When my friends saved me, I asked them, Why did you do it? You could
have been killed.” And the answer was, “because you were nice to us.” I said,
“What did I do?” And they said “When we were sad, and we wanted to talk,
you were listening to us.” And many times they asked me to tell stories …
or we were just holding hands and listening and
saying nothing.
Q:
Your dear, ones, and the people who were sent off, and you, walked this path
right here?
Noémi
: No, no. Only they did. We didn’t know what happened to them. We didn’t
have any idea, so even when we were hardly able to think, we were starting
to ask, ‘where are they?’ The Nazi guards didn’t want to tell us.
Sean:
Noémi , you’ve said that when that guard first told you that [your loved
ones had been sent to the crematorium], you didn’t know if it was true or
not. When did you realize it was true?
Noémi:
Later on. I don’t know exactly.
Noémi
sees the brick foundation of her old barrack.
Noémi:
Here is twenty-four. Hi twenty-four. Oh boy. That was my barrack … We had
rooms. I know that it had a window.
Q:
This is just a draining ditch for water?
Noémi
: Yes so this is behind the barracks. People were so thirsty, and it
was full with water and smelling, they … drank water in there,
the next day ... they died.
6:20 pm
Noémi
: There was dirt and the window, and hundreds of us in a small little room.
Q:
And you slept on the floor?
Noémi
: Yes. On the floor.
Q:
Noémi, where did you have roll-call out here?
Noémi
: In front of it, and in between barracks … then we were lining up for the
famous soup. It was here, the big pot of soup. We were waiting for
our bowls. Instead the one in line got a big bowl, and we had to
drink after her … and those who heard me speaking know that many of us refused
it the first
time.
We were
hungry, but we were still--in memory, too close to home--to be able to drink
after each other. A Nazi guard came right to us and said, “There is no ‘no’
for you. You drink, or else.” We learned that "or else" meant "killing" in
this place. The next day we started to drink, and that’s when I noticed that
my
menstruation stopped … it stopped for everyone.
Noémi
explains that the Nazis intended the chemicals in the soup not only to
stop menstruation, which would have stopped eventually, due to weight loss
and malnutrition. They meant it also to sterilize the women. For some of
Noémi’s
friends, that is what happened.
Noémi:
I, luckily, was strong enough, healthy enough … I have two boys, I have five
grandchildren, and two itsy-bitsy little great granddaughters. When people
say the Holocaust didn’t happen, I am getting, so, so angry, because I suffered
there, I survived.
In
front of the ruins of Barrack 24, Noémi poses for a photograph with her
son Steven Ban, a Bellingham pediatrician and proud father of three
daughters, and with her granddaughter,
Julia Bakken. Noémi and Julia make victory signs.

Noémi
: Thank you. Being alive is a big gift.
6:28 pm
Sean:
I’m standing here in Noémi ’s barrack … What
must it have been like for Noémi in the place I’m standing right now,
for her to live here for three months during the summer, being starved,
humiliated, forced to live in the dirt, being forced to sleep on the ground.
As the rest
of the group
walks away,
I sit on the
brick
foundation
of Barrack
24. I look
around at
the endless
rows of
brick
chimneys and
at the
barbed wire
fences. In
the middle
of Auschwitz
II, while I
can see how
the
Holocaust
happened, I
cannot
explain why.
It seems
without
purpose.
Before
leaving, I
pick a small
brick chip
that had
fallen from
the remains
of the
Barrack 24's foundation.
One day, I
will return
to Auschwitz
and return
the chip to
Noémi 's
former
barrack. For now, I keep it as a physical reminder of Noémi
’s
experience
and of my
obligation,
of
everyone’s
obligation,
to stop the
repetition
of the
Holocaust.
Introduction
Auschwitz I: A
lesson in honoring survivors' stories
Auschwitz II
- Birkenau: Noémi's return
*If one counted
Noémi's return earlier in the day, this
would be her fifth time returning to Auschwitz.
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