Sonderkommando

Moving on to a totally different "book review", compared to my last post. Yet again, I was sucked in by a book by a Shoah survivor. I already earlier wrote about Ladislaus Löb, so this time it was Shlomo Venezia's story that mesmerized me. I actually finished the book in 4 hours or so.

The book Sonderkommando is Shlomo's story from Auschwitz and how he was made to work in a group with some other Jews held in the same camp. Sonderkommando, meaning special unit, consisted of these "selected" people who were handling the disposal of the numerous bodies and maintaining the gas chambers and crematories at the camp. Basically, cleaning up the mess the Nazis created when executing these mass murders.

Shlomo Venezia was a Greek-Jew, living in Thessaloniki (also known as the Jerusalem of the Balkan). His family had fled Spain in the 1400s and settled in Italy (hence the family name Venezia) until ending up in Greece. His mother for instance didn't speak any Greek, only Ladino, and his father died when he was a little boy. Due to his background though, he had Italian citizenship and avoided the persecutions in Greece for a little while, until the transportations also from Greece to the death camps began. He was 21 years old when ending up in Poland.

What makes Shlomo's story special is, that not only did the Nazis want to exterminate him for being a Jew, there was an additional cause why he was wanted dead: they did not want any witnesses alive from the sonderkommando. It is by a miracle, you could say, that he was saved – a young man that didn't expect to live and didn't even think of the future, but still fought for his life every day and survived.

The book is actually an interview, so the story is immortalized almost word-to-word in the book. He talks about the happenings with great honesty and detail. How he felt in a way he was helping the Nazis but had no choice. How you had to be selfish and fight for your survival under those conditions. How a 2-month-old baby girl is the only known survivor from a gas chamber – only to be shot dead by SS officer minutes later. How the hair of the bodies was cut and sent off to factories for making fabric, or gold teeth pulled out and sent to Berlin for melting. How the chimneys of the crematories were all shiny from the burnt fat of the dead bodies.

Gruelling, disgusting, sends shivers down your spine. Stories like this leaves you get again wondering how on Earth the human kind could allow a genocide so brutally efficient, organized, planned and targeted to happen. Quoting Shlomo himself though, stories like this need to be told and printed, so nothing like it would ever happen again. I had wanted to read this book for a while now, and I am glad I finally did - to never forget. Sometimes it is good to know and be aware about things, even if one is not able to fully process or comprehend them or the big picture.

The horrifying truth, packed inside these covers.