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Rebecca (standard:drama, 1542 words) | |||
Author: Michael Lance Kersting | Added: Sep 29 2012 | Views/Reads: 3303/2089 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
When she saw him, pictures of the atrocities of the concentration camp came back. | |||
Rebecca (Strictly for adults ) Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 1960. Rebecca couldn't believe her eyes, after all these years, he was still alive. A shudder ran through her and a series of thoughts raced through her mind. Instinctively, she touched the prison ID number that was tattooed across her inner wrist. It was Dr.Gehbert she saw, the Commandant of the women's prison camp in Dachau. Their eyes met a second, “Did he recognize me?” she wondered. Stunned, she got up and left the café'. She raced across to the parking lot and entered her car. Switching on the ignition, she still couldn't believe it. It was thirty years ago, yet, she remembered. It all came back in a flash as if it were only yesterday. “..The long days of forced labor in dangerous conditions, the starvation, beatings and torture, medical experiments, standing at roll call for hours, in all weather conditions , random killings, and other atrocities. The “Mad Doctor” they called him. And he was given a free hand over a range of insanities, which were applied elsewhere as well - The classification of skeletons of men and women of various nationalities and races; heads severed and stored, sterilizations, how long people can live on salt water, hot and cold immersions, freezing, innumerable tests to see how people could die from various causes, injected with poisons or subjected to deadly diseases, complex and impossible forms of bone and skin grafts, demented attempts to reshape the human anatomy; without the benefits of pain killers or sanitary safeguards and the list can go on and on of the atrocities committed in the camp where some women had their clitoris removed, some would be inseminated artificially with a variety of semen and as pregnancy progressed, cut open for examination or to see how or when an abortion would be performed, These abortions executed throughout the nine month period cycle, the rare of success nearly zero, the women dying like flies in terrible pain from the butchery also flashes of the train loads of deportees arriving in the camp entered her mind where a selection was made : on one side, the fit, the workers ; on the other the unfit. Those too old, too young, too weak or too sick would be unproductive in the workshops. The old were selected from the strong and the ways in which those selected to die were deceived into a false security, they were led into so called bath halls and gassed then to the crematories. Dead they had a certain value to the authorities: their hair could be sold, some victims might have gold teeth, spectacles, false teeth, little things of value that were theirs as long as they lived. These were gathered and stored before they were sent to the crematories As she reflected on the atrocities in the camp, a bitter feeling of hatred well up inside of her and all because of the man she had just seen, whom she thought had died in the aftermath of the defeat-the dreaded Dr Gehbert. She drove home in a foggy state of mind and went immediately to the bathroom and vomited. The next day she drove to the café, found a table by the window and sat down after ordering a cup of coffee at the counter. The place was filling with customers. After a few minutes, sipping her coffee, she saw him and a cold shiver ran down her spine. He was bidding a customer goodbye. She got up, slipped on her dark shades and walked quickly across the street. She wore a long sleeve blouse to hide the prisoners' ID number. She stopped in front of the shop. He saw her looking at the show window and came outside. “Hello there,” he said pleasantly.”Could I interest you in some flowers today?” “ It was him alright” She thought,”Even down to the long scar that ran down the side of his right cheek, she remembered , older, thinner, but him alright.”... ”Sure, please do.”She said quietly. He invited her in and stood in front of some orchids. “Well, this here is one of my favourites.” he began ... “ The bastard !” she thought bitterly remembering his cruelty. After buying some flowers, she invited him for tea the next day and gave him her address. He thanked her graciously and said,”It should be easy to find” and bid her farewell. The next day, the buzzer rang at precisely four ‘o clock. She answered it. There stood on the doorstep the old Florist, all dressed up in a double breasted brown suit. “ Please come in, Mr Rossi..” Roxanne said pleasantly. The old man carried a bouquet of flowers in his gnarled hands. “This is for you .” the old man said with a smile.”And please call me Frank.” “Why, thank you, Frank.” She said pleasantly , taking the bouquet. “They are beautiful, here, take off your coat and make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?” “That would be fine, thank you.” He replied. He did and sat down on a sofa that was in front of a big TV. Rebecca went into the kitchen, ‘ Nice place you got here.” he commented, looking around. ‘Well I try” replied Rebecca from the Click here to read the rest of this story (53 more lines)
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