![]() Now that we’ve become somewhat acclimatized, the work is much more bearable. And that, at the start of a twelve-hour workday. When we first arrived in the hills, we were exhausted from the mountain climbing alone. The work was very difficult in the beginning. Our work consists of Planierung, straightening the hilltop with spades and shovels in preparation for construction. In time we learned to stifle even our whimpers. If you cried out in pain, the lashings would double. “At her head, Liebling! Are you losing touch? Let her have it in the head!” Were the lads strikes tempered with a touch of compassion, the Kapo would admonish from his high perch: If you stop to rest for a moment, the Kapo instantly dispatches one of his boys and the lash whips you back to your routine. Several younger assistants snap to his command. I observe with dread the awesome figure of our Kapo standing high on a rock or boulder, whip in hand. They seem to rise above the need for human response, or contact, even among each other. ![]() Delegated absolute power by the SS, the Kapos of Plaszow, as if they had made a pact with the devil, exercise all methods of control-brutal beatings and torture to death-with relish. The word Kapo means supreme authority over life and death. The dreaded Kapos arrive, and each Kapo selects several hundred workers for his commando from among us. ![]() The brief morning Zählappell is followed by a work lineup of thousands of inmates. ![]()
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