Dawn Redemption

On both sides are neatly planted white birch trees. On the main road in the camp, two figures are walking towards the camp.A neat uniform, unmistakable as an SS officer.The other person was dressed casually, which was extremely inconsistent with the atmosphere of the concentration camp.

But just because of the one person in the dark green military uniform, no one else dared to approach.

"They all seem careful, huh?" Paul asked.Fein's expression still didn't change much: "Because they don't want to be burned to ashes, this is the simplest thing they can do." He turned his head to look at Paul with a little helplessness in his eyes, "It's also here. rule."

Paul nodded, and then fell into thinking.When he reached the gate of the prison camp, Finn suddenly stopped.Paul looked up and saw a line of words hanging on the huge metal door.

"Work is freedom".

"You really want to go in?" Finn turned to look at Paul.One more step, and they will enter that absurd world.

No, in fact, they have already been deeply involved in this absurd world.

At this moment, he didn't want Paul to decide to go inside: "You have to know, the secrets here are no less than those military secrets."

"So, those rumors are true?" Paul raised his eyebrows, obviously expecting it, and didn't show too much surprise.Finn sighed, looked around, took Paul and moved a few steps aside, lowered his voice to ensure that no sentry or Gestapo could hear: "If you see it with your own eyes, you will believe it. Compared with the labor factory advertised by the outside world Well, this area is simply the filthiest hiding place in the entire Third Reich. Except for us, everyone who knows this secret must die." He paused, and finally a wry smile appeared on his indifferent face , "No, maybe, we can't escape in the end."

"Then I want to go in even more." Paul looked determined. Only then did Finn realize that it doesn't matter whether he is a soldier or not. When he comes back from the battlefield, a man who has experienced the battle has that kind of tough and resolute look in his eyes, " Your husband agrees."

"I'm from the point of view of my own understanding." Finn spread his hands impatiently, a little annoyed that he brought out Noah to suppress himself, "Paul, have you ever thought that when a photographer came before, someone ordered the prisoner Specially put on the appearance of a happy working life. Once your photo is sent out, how much sensation it will cause-no, I don't care how much sensation it is. At best, it will punish me for being a crime of lax management. But you, will become a target of public criticism I don't need to explain how horrible the Gestapo is."

Paul held the camera with a serious face: "Listen, young man, I am a reporter, and I am a free reporter who was fired by the empire. I think that even if I don't have any political inclinations, I should at least record the truth. I have also considered what you said, and I will temporarily save these things and not publish them, but one day, even if I die, even if I have been dead for many years, I will make them public."

After hearing Paul's words, Finn was stunned for a second or two, and then the astonishment on his face disappeared: "Okay, I'll take you in."

"Thank you." Paul patted Finn on the shoulder.

After taking two steps, Paul suddenly turned to Finn and said, "I don't know if he told you, but we were the most fearless group of people in that era." He smiled and stepped into the gate of the camp.

Because Noah arranged for Finn to lead, Paul was not troubled by others along the way, and Finn didn't bother to explain too much to them.The dark barracks on both sides are closely connected to form a low continuous mountain and river, oppressive like a dark cloud that is about to close.

Compared with other people, the conditions of Aryan prisoners of German nationality are much better, and it can even be said to be superior.Most of these people who committed murder and arson, or political prisoners, would serve as assistants to the SS to gain more benefits.In the past, there were prisoner-of-war camps, gypsy camps, women's camps... Jewish camps in this camp.

Finn's heavy boots stopped there.Standing sideways seemed to allow Paul to see the situation inside more clearly.By this time, Paul had forgotten his primary task and couldn't lift the camera for a long time.

Obviously ill-fitting, foul-smelling tattered prison uniforms were hung on a pair of skeletons covered with gray skins. The stench was a mixture of sweat acid, rancidity, damp breath and excrement, almost suffocating.The walls, the ground, or the dark sky, everything is gray and white, except for the occasional flying birds, there is no life.

For a moment, it was terribly quiet, and it even made people question whether they were still in the human world.On those skinny faces with bony protruding bones, the cloudy eyes stared in horror at Fein who came suddenly.They couldn't understand more clearly that what the military uniform brought to them was nothing more than torture and death.At some point they would rather choose the latter.

The eyes of most of them no longer have the surprise, worry and fear when they got off the airtight train and arrived here for the first time.Everyone knows what they are going to face. On the way to that destination step by step, the last light of hope in their eyes has been wiped out.Even those who are struggling are just surviving in despair.

"Do what you are doing." Finn waved his hand, turning around so that he would not have to face the prisoners again.

Although I participated in all of this as a member of their persecution, but when I received that look, I really felt the sadness.Why sad?He doesn't understand, and no one will give him an answer.There are too many things I don’t know, why I am here, why I have to implement the plan that has no written notice, why I have to abide by such a ridiculous order.I don't know everything, but I still have to do it without looking back.

He, too, is waiting to be rescued.

"You can use all kinds of words to condemn us." Finn looked at Paul, he didn't want to make himself look expressionless, "Everything is done by us, and it is carried out according to the will of the above." "All... Is that so?" Paul pushed his thick glasses, as if to confirm that all this was an illusion brought about by his nearsightedness.In fact, he just saw more clearly the ubiquitous breath of death in the concentration camp.

Finn nodded slowly and heavily.

Paul pondered for a while, picked up his camera and started taking pictures.From the wasteland under the barbed wire to the dark wall.The sound of the shutter and the flashing light obviously startled the group of prisoners. They lifted their big and abrupt eyes on their thin cheeks, and their panicked expressions were instantly printed on the film.

Finn put his hands in his pockets and looked at Paul silently.Every second there was death, there were screams everywhere, and the ashes of an unknown number of people were filled into the ditch and used as fertilizer for the potatoes grown in the camp.However, all I can do is let you take a picture of all this.Finn said quietly.

It took a long time before Paul put down the camera, took out a small towel from a pocket of his jacket, and gently wiped the lens of the camera.

"It's just... so shocking."

And Finn has long been used to it, he motioned for Paul to leave with him.

"Those 'Muslims' under the corner may not survive the next roll call." Finn said, but the slight hesitation before he opened his lips made his words not as cold as he wanted to express. "Muslim? Jew?" Paul was puzzled, and looked back at the barracks that were shrinking into a dark bar of soap.

"It's not Muslim in the true sense, it's a name created by the prisoners themselves." Finn explained, "They lack nutrition, their muscles are atrophied and they can't stand up, so they can only sit against the wall, like the movements of Muslims when they pray."

Paul followed Finn. He was quite courageous after being on the battlefield, but at this moment he felt oppressed by the cramped barracks and barbed wire fences on both sides, and he even couldn't breathe: "They can't get help... I mean, treatment? "

The pair of blue eyes looked back at him: "Do you understand the sentence at the gate of the camp?" He asked.

"Work is freedom."

"It means," Fern paused, "only labor can survive. The empire only needs people who can work. For those who can't work as labor, of course there is no need to provide them with the freedom to live."

"Existence is a right, not freedom!"

"Here it is." Finn spoke faster, "In Auschwitz, it is."

Paul was at a loss for words, and he said after a while: "Then just watch like this?"

Fein didn't turn his head, but kept looking around, watching out for other people staring at them, and said in a low voice: "You know, it's not just the prisoners who are forced to be dehumanized in concentration camps. "His steps became faster and faster, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

At this time, Fein gave Paul an illusion.It was as if he wanted to escape from all this more than anyone else.

"Can't we do something else to save him!" Paul asked after catching up.

"What are you talking about?" Finn still lowered his voice, "All we can do is follow the orders from above. Look at my hands, they are full of blood, which can't be washed off, and can't be washed off in this lifetime. But I am still doing it, including Noah, I am guilty and can never be redeemed. The survival game in the concentration camp is the same for everyone, and I am very selfish. If I want to live safely, I have to follow the rules , so now," he leaned on his feet with a "bang" suddenly, turned to face Paul behind him, and looked at him with those eyes that seemed to care nothing, "there are gas chambers and crematoriums ahead, why don't you Want to go see it?"