Read Five Chimneys by Olga Lengyel for free with a 30 day free trial. It was , nearly five years after Hitler had invaded Poland. The Gestapo ruled. Editorial Reviews. Review. Having lost her husband, her parents, and her two young sons to the Nazi exterminators, Olga Lengyel had little to live for during her . Five chimneys. [Olga Lengyel] -- Memoir of a Hungarian woman who was imprisoned for several years in the German concentration camp Auschwitz.
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Olga Lengyel tells, frankly and without compromise, one of the most horrifying stories of all time. This true, documented chronicle is the intimate, day-to-day. Read Five Chimneys PDF - A Woman Survivor's True Story of Auschwitz by Olga Lengyel Chicago Review Press | Olga Lengyel tells, frankly. PDF | On Jan 4, , Nicko Hidayat and others published Read PDF Five Chimneys: A Woman Survivor's True Story of Auschwitz By Olga.
I kept it titled "Five Million Died at Auschwitz, says prisoner kept alive for three years She wrote: "Those persons [who gratuitously lie] are, to tell the truth, much more numerous than people generally suppose, and a subject like that of the concentration camp world -- well designed, alas, to stimulate sado-masochistic imaginings -- offered them an exceptional field of action. We have known numerous mentally damaged persons, half swindlers and half fools, who exploited an imaginary deportation; we have known others of them -- authentic deportees -- whose sick minds strove to go even beyond the monstrosities that they had seen or that people said had happened to them. There have been publishers to print some of their imaginings, and more or less official compilations to use them, but publishers and compilers are absolutely inexcusable, since the most elementary inquiry would have been enough to reveal the imposture. She survived while being part of the negotiation involving a group of prisoners between Heinrich Himmler and the Swedish diplomat Folke Bernadotte.
Olga and the other women in the infirmary were responsible for the delivery of newborns in the camp. However, unless a child were stillborn, both mother and newborn were sent to the gas chambers. Olga's companions wrestled with this ethical dilemma and eventually decided to save the mothers by inducing stillbirths. The mass liquidation of the Jews of Hungary in the summer of was without precedent even at Birkenau. Ten transports arrived daily and Greeks from transports from Athens and Corfu were ordered into the Sonderkommando.
Amazingly, the Greeks refused to kill the Hungarians. They declared that they preferred to die first. Olga worked on various commandos, including the "Esskommando" food service kommando and the "Scheisskommando" latrine cleaning detail.
Both of these were preferable to senseless work requiring carrying stones, bricks or mud, then returning them to their original places. The purpose of such work was to wear down the inmates physically and mentally and to make them candidates for selection.
SS doctors[ edit ] Although Camp Commandant Joseph Kramer , who once beat a woman infirmary patient to death with his truncheon , had certainly earned the designation "the beast of Auschwitz and Belsen", Olga singled out Dr.
Joseph Mengele for special scorn. As chief selector for new arrivals at Birkenau Station, Mengele was the top producer of victims for the gas chambers. However, surprise selections were his specialty. He would show up at the infirmary or the hospital at his whim, whistling operatic arias, and order women to the right or left indifferently. Sometimes it was not possible to tell which the condemned group was until Mengele made his final pronouncement.
Mengele performed medical experiments on inmates. His passion was twins and dwarfs. When the Czech camp was exterminated, Mengele gave orders to spare a dozen sets of twins. When a family of five dwarfs arrived on one transport, Mengele was "beside himself with joy". Several Nazi doctors carried out scientific experiments at Auschwitz for the benefit of the Wehrmacht , such as seeing how long a man could survive in extreme conditions.
Thus, it was established, with scientific precision, how long it took death to come after scaldings at different temperatures. Other studies were inspired by "racial science", such as attempts to change the eye and hair color and studies on artificial insemination and sterilization.
The latter was visibly pleased by the terror her presence inspired in the women at roll call. She had a penchant for selecting not only the sick and the weak but any woman who had retained vestiges of her former beauty.
Grese inspired virulent hatred in Olga. Grese was only twenty two and had several lovers among the SS in the camp, including Mengele. After she strong-armed the inmate surgeon at the infirmary into performing her illegal abortion, Irma disclosed that she planned a career in the movies after the war.
Olga felt that Irma's meticulous grooming, custom fitted clothes, and overuse of perfume were part of a deliberate act of sadism among the ragged women prisoners. Auschwitz underground and revolt[ edit ] As a member of the infirmary staff, Olga had relatively unrestricted access to various areas of Auschwitz-Birkenau and was recruited by the underground organization of Auschwitz. She participated in covert resistance activities, including the smuggling of explosives. Through her underground contacts she learned details of the gas chambers and crematoria.
She even obtained extermination statistics from a French doctor attached to the Sonderkommando On October 7, , the Sonderkommando staged a revolt, blowing up one of the crematoria with explosives provided by the underground. The Sonderkommando of one crematorium used the general confusion to cut the barbed wire and escape. When the revolt was suppressed, using soldiers of the Wehrmacht with automatic weapons, members of the Sonderkommando were executed.
Evacuation and the death march[ edit ] After midnight on January 17, , all patient records from the hospital were burned, and Olga and other hospital personnel were informed of the imminent evacuation of Auschwitz. However, patients were to stay behind. In a panic over the likelihood of being executed, if left behind, patients dragged themselves out of their beds wrapped in blankets. Create lists, bibliographies and reviews: Search WorldCat Find items in libraries near you.
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Fortunately, our misery reduced our appetites. But we observed a rapid deterioration in the general health of the group. Those who had been weak or ailing when we started were suffering, and even the hale were weakening. The head of an S. His Luger gestured threateningly. Thirty wristwatches, right away. If not, you may all consider yourselves dead! He had come for his first collection of a German tax, and we had to supply enough valuables to satisfy him. So it was that my little Thomas had to part with the wristwatch we had given him after his successful third-grade examination in school.
Your fountain pens and your briefcases! Another tax. Your jewels, and we will bring you a bucket of fresh water!
One bucket of water for ninety-six human beings, of which thirty were small children. That would mean a few drops for each soul, but it would be the first we had tasted in twenty-four hours. Water, water! I looked at Thomas, my younger son. He was staring at the water. How parched his lips were! He turned and gazed into my eyes.
He, too, understood our predicament. He swallowed his spittle and did not ask for any. He was given nothing to drink, for so many needed the precious drops more than he did. I suffered for him, but I was also proud of his stamina.
Now we had more sick in our car. Two people were tormented by stomach ulcers. Two others were stricken with erysipelas. Many were tortured by dysentery. Three children were lying near the door. They looked hot and feverish. One of the doctors examined them and stood back aghast.
They were ill with scarlet fever! A shudder ran through me. In these close quarters the entire company would be exposed to the disease. It was impossible to isolate the youngsters. The only quarantine we could enforce was to have those who were near the infected ones turn their backs. At first everybody tried to keep away from the sick to avoid contagion.
But as the days passed we became indifferent to such dangers. On the second day one of the leading merchants from Cluj suffered a heart attack. His son, a doctor, knelt beside him. Without drugs he was powerless, and could only watch his father expire while the train rattled on. Death in the car! A gasp of horror ran through the tightly packed mass of humans.
The train stopped at the next station. The door opened and a Wehrmacht soldier entered. My father has died.
You will have many more of them soon! We were shocked at his indifference.
But before long we had many more corpses, and after awhile we, too, became so numb and shaken that it did not matter. At last, sighed a husband as he closed the eyelids of his adored wife who had just passed away. My God, how long it takes!
Was that the fifth, or the sixth, day of the endless journey? The cattle car had become an abbatoir. More and more prayers for the dead rose in the stifling atmosphere. But the S.
We had to live with our corpses around us. The dead, the contagiously ill, those suffering from organic diseases, the parched, the famished, and the mad must all travel together in this wooden gehenna. On the seventh day, my friend Oily attempted suicide by poison. Her children, two adorable little youngsters; her old parents who had originally come to Cluj as refugees from Vienna; and her husband, though a doctor himself, begged Dr Lengyel to save her.
For that a rubber tube was indispensable. Luckily, if one can say that, since his operation my father had carried an apparatus for urination which contained a rubber tube. To bring this tube to poor Olly it was literally necessary to walk on our ailing neighbors. After that, my husband had to administer the treatment in a tiny space without proper instruments and without a light. But the greatest problem was lack of water. At the bottom of a few canteens and gourds, there was still a meager reserve of the precious liquid.
No one offered to part with any. It took all the authority my husband commanded to make them give up a little.
In spite of all the handicaps, the treatment was a success and the woman was saved. Temporarily, at least. Alas, the next day she was to be led directly to her death. From time to time in the course of this infernal trip, I tried to forget reality, the dead, the dying, the stench, and the horrors. I stood on several suitcases and peered out of the little window. I gazed at the enchanting countryside of the Tatras, the magnificent forests of fir trees, the green meadows, the peaceful pastures, and the charming little houses.
It was all like a scene advertising Swiss chocolates. How unreal it seemed! You've reached the end of this preview. Sign up to read more!