Very few can understand what it was like to be a prisoner at Auschwitz–Birkenau but fewer still can understand what it was like to be forced into the role of ‘prisoner functionary’ within the concentration camp. To find yourself in a position in which, if you were brave and clever, you might be able to save a few lives… while being powerless to prevent the ongoing slaughter of most of those around you.
My mother, Magda Hellinger Blau, was one such prisoner, though for most of her life few, including most of her family, knew her story. As my sister and I grew up, she would tell occasional stories of the concentration camps and her unique role within them in the same matter-of-fact way that another mother might tell stories of growing up on a farm. We had no idea.
In the end, without telling any of us, she wrote her story by hand. She finally employed a young man to transcribe her words into a typed manuscript, and only then did we have the chance to read them. In 2003, at the age of eighty-seven, she took the file to a printer and had it produced as a slim book. She organised a book launch to support a charity she was involved with and sold a number of copies. And that was that…





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