•
‘I know who this is,’ one of the prisoners says.
‘Who?’ another asks.
‘It’s the Tätowierer. Don’t you recognise him? He probably made your number.’
‘Yeah, you’re right. I wonder who he pissed off.’
‘I got extra rations from him when I was in Block 6. He was always handing out food.’
‘I don’t know about that. I’ve only been in this block. I pissed someone off the day I arrived.’ The men chuckle quietly.
‘He can’t make it to supper. I’ll bring him some of mine. He’s gonna need it tomorrow.’
A short while later Lale is woken by two men, each with a small piece of bread. They offer it to him and he gratefully accepts.
‘I’ve got to get out of here.’
The men laugh.
‘Sure, my friend. You have two options then: one is quick, the other might take a little longer.’
‘And what are they?’
‘Well, tomorrow morning you can go outside and throw yourself on the death cart when it comes around. Or you can come and work in the fields with us until you drop or beg them to shoot you.’
‘I don’t like those options. I’ll have to find another way.’
‘Good luck, my friend. You’d better get some rest. You’ve got a long day ahead of you, especially in your condition.’
•
That night, Lale dreams of his departures from home.
The first time he’d left home he was a young man full of promise, in search of a future to make his own. He would find a job he enjoyed and could grow in. He would have rich experiences, visiting the romantic cities of Europe that he’d read about in books: Paris, Rome, Vienna. Above all, he wanted to find that one person he would fall in love with, shower with affection and the things his mother had said were important: flowers, chocolates, his time and attention.
His second departure, full of uncertainty and the unknown, rattled him. What lay ahead?
He arrived in Prague after a long, emotionally painful journey away from his family. He reported as instructed to the relevant government department and was told to find accommodation nearby and to report back weekly until his role was decided. On 16 April, a month later, he was told to report with his belongings to a local school. There he was housed with a number of young Jewish men from across Slovakia.
Lale prided himself on his appearance, and his living situation did not prevent him from looking his best. Each day he washed and cleaned his clothes in the school toilet block. He didn’t know where he was headed but wanted to make damned sure he looked his best when he arrived.
After five days of sitting around, bored, frightened, mostly bored, Lale and the others were told to gather up their possessions and were marched to the railway station. They were told nothing of where they were going. A train designed to transport cattle pulled up, and the men were ordered to climb aboard. Some objected, explaining that the filthy wagon insulted their dignity. Lale watched the response, seeing for the first time his fellow countrymen raise their rifles at Jews, and strike the ones who continued protesting. He climbed on board along with all the others. When no one else could be pushed into his wagon, Lale watched as the doors were slammed shut and heard them bolted by members of the Slovakian army, men whose job it should have been to protect him.
Over and over he hears the sound of the doors being slammed and bolted, slammed and bolted.
•
The next morning the two kind prisoners help Lale from the block and stand with him to await rollcall. How long has it been since I’ve stood like this? Numbers, numbers. Survival is always about your number. Being ticked off your kapo’s list tells you that you are still alive. Lale’s number is last on the list, since he is the newest occupant of Block 31. He doesn’t respond the first time it is called, has to be nudged. After a cup of old, weak coffee and a thin slice of stale bread, they are marched off towards their labour.
In a field between the two camps of Auschwitz and Birkenau, they are made to carry large rocks from one side to the other. When the rocks have all been moved over, they are told to take them back again. And so the day goes on. Lale thinks of the hundreds of times he has walked the road alongside and seen this activity taking place. No, I only glimpsed it. I couldn’t watch what these men were enduring. He quickly works out that the SS shoot the last one to arrive with his rock.
Lale needs to use all of his strength. His muscles ache but his mind stays strong. On one occasion he is the second last to arrive. When the day ends, those still living gather up the bodies of those slain and carry them back to the camp. Lale is excused from this task, but told he has one day’s grace only. Tomorrow he will have to pull his weight, provided he’s still alive.
As they trudge back into Birkenau, Lale sees Baretski standing inside the gates. He falls into step beside Lale.
‘I heard what happened to you.’
Lale looks at him. ‘Baretski, can you help me with something?’ By asking for assistance he admits to the other men that he is different from them. He knows the officer’s name and can ask him for help. Marking himself as friendly with the enemy brings acute shame, but he needs this.
‘Maybe … What is it?’ Baretski looks uncomfortable.
‘Can you get a message to Gita?’
‘Do you really want her to know where you are? Isn’t it better that she thinks you’re already dead?’
‘Just tell her exactly where I am – Block 31 – and tell her to tell Cilka.’
‘You want her friend to know where you are?’
‘Yes, it’s important. She’ll understand.’
‘Hmm. I’ll do it if I feel like it. Is it true you had a fortune in diamonds under your mattress?’
‘Did they mention the rubies, emeralds, the Yankee dollars, the British and South African pounds?’
Baretski shakes his head, laughing, slapping Lale painfully on the back as he walks off.
‘Cilka. Gita must tell Cilka,’ he calls after him.
A backward wave of Baretski’s arm dismisses Lale.
•
Baretski enters the women’s camp as they are lining up for dinner. Cilka sees him approach the kapo and then point at Gita. The kapo beckons Gita with her finger. Cilka draws Dana in close as Gita slowly walks over to Baretski. They cannot hear what he says, but his message causes Gita to cover her face with her hands. She then turns towards her friends and runs back into their arms.
‘He’s alive! Lale is alive,’ she says. ‘He said I’m to tell you, Cilka, that he is in Block 31.’