Chapter 63 Chapter 62

Barrell.Jastrow, Sammy.Mutterpur and the other Jews of Special Unit 1005 were installing no locomotives on the rails, and the heavy sleepers piled nearby would not support the rolling train.The rails had originally been intended for embankment repairs, but Colonel Blobel had decided to put them to another use. At the dawn of dawn, this special unit came to the construction site and erected fat steel frames.This steel frame is the secret to the success of Operation 1005.To one like Paul.It was a simple project that was easy to design, build, and use for professional architects like Blobel, but the fools of Auschwitz and other concentration camps were unable to appreciate its superiority.Blobel has sent copies of the steel frame drawings to the various concentration camp commanders.So far, they've had little interest, although a guy named Hoss in Auschwitz offered to give it a try.This framing provides an answer to the disposition of his body, which has indeed become a serious health problem for which he has been complaining and making excuses to avoid responsibility.But when Blobel described how to use this thing for him, this guy obviously still didn't understand the reason, but he refused to admit that he didn't know anything, so he could only nod and smile, and hesitated.He was just a veteran of concentration camps, uneducated, and unskilled.

When work started this morning, Colonel Blobel was already on the site.This is unusual.The operating procedures were already laid out, and the new detachment from Auschwitz--finally a bunch of hardy Jews, hard-working fellows led by some bright foremen--took it right away.Usually at this hour, Blobel is always in his caravan; if the squad is not in the remote virgin forest area, he may also be drinking Holland gin in the city house to drive away the early morning chill. Woolen cloth.It's a lonely and tedious job.Repeated and non-stop operations are tiresome, and the entire nervous system is tortured.SS men could only receive their rations of schnapps at night; during working hours they had to keep an eye on the Jews.The escape rate was high, higher than Blobel reported to Berlin.Rank comes with certain rights, and the SS Colonel Blobel liked to start the day with a few drinks, but this morning was unusual.He is fully awake.

The pit was opened yesterday.Fortunately, the snow didn't fall too much at night, and the rows of corpses were covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.There may be two thousand, which is a medium-scale work.As usual, the smell was bad, but the low temperature and dry snow dampened the stench a bit, and the fact that the steel frame was upwind made it better.Blobel was very relieved to see that the steel frame was erected so quickly.The Jewish foreman "Sammy" came up with a good idea-to engrave the number on the steel rail, which is easy to distinguish and match.It can all be done in less than half an hour: bolted, fastened, and ready to use—the rails are joined together by steel crossbeams to form a long, narrow structure, just like a section of rail resting on a support frame.Then came the stacking: a layer of sleepers, a layer of corpses and fuel-soaked rags, firewood, corpses, firewood, corpses, and a row or two of heavy steel rails to hold down what was piled up below; and so on, until you Pile up all the corpses in the pit, or until the cremation pile is already crumbling.

This time Blobel was on the scene to observe the newly implemented search procedure.Looting has recently grown out of control.This area is full of early burials around Minsk, where people from executions in 1941 were buried.At that time no one knew what to do.Hundreds of thousands of Jews were dragged out one by one and shot, and buried together with their clothes, without even being searched.Mass graves all over Belarus contain rings, watches, gold coins and old banknotes, as well as large quantities of dollars.The blackened blood had stiffened the notes, but they were worth just as much.In the anus or vulva of these rotting corpses, you may find precious gems.This kind of errand is no fun, but it's worth it.In some places local residents had begun looting graves; in order to combat this activity, Blobel had to shoot several children.They seem to be good at such tricks.Germany needs all the wealth it can get to continue its world-historic struggle.At home, the people are collecting pots and pans for the Führer, but here, amidst all this rotting rubbish that must now be burned, real treasures are buried.

Until today, people just collected some of these treasures casually, most of them were carelessly burned, and some of them went to the pockets of lower-level SS personnel;Blobel suspected that those who escaped might have bribed the guards with stolen jewelry or money; morale and discipline in the SS tended to be low and slackened during such duties.He thought it necessary to make an example, and shot seven able-bodied Jews.For the task force, this is an irreparable loss. He observed the implementation of the new operating system.Great!The Jews who searched the body, the Jews who collected the stolen goods, the Jews who registered the goods, and the Jews who pulled out the gold teeth with the pliers all worked on the bodies that were passed up one by one and lined up on the snow under the close supervision of the SS.

Lieutenant Greisel directed the effort.From now on, and throughout the period that Special Unit 1005 was engaged in clearing the graves of 1941, the young man would do nothing else but take care of what Blobel called the "economic procedure."Greisel was a handsome idealist from Breslau, a good example of the SS, with whom Blobel enjoyed philosophical discussions.He was a former accountant with a college degree, so he could be relied upon for the job.Special Unit 1005 was about to send a large amount of money to the central bank vaults in Berlin, and Blobel's promotion file should have included this note.

The search process had lengthened the process a bit, but not as long as he had expected.Most are poor and penniless.The problem is, you have no way of knowing which one has the object.The colonel's order was "Search all, even the children!" It was a Jewish habit to hide valuables on children. Well, a mission accomplished! the job is done.The looted bodies were all piled up on railway ties and steel tracks.Blobel waved to his driver as the Jews climbed ladders to pour oil and gasoline over the cremation pile.Gasoline for cremation is becoming an increasingly intractable problem.On this point, the German army was becoming more and more demanding, just as it never sent enough soldiers to lay a cordon on a construction site.Without gasoline, there is no flame.The door fire can burn out for days and nights.But today gasoline is plentiful.It didn't seem long before more than a thousand long-dead Jews could be turned into a raging fire in an instant.Blobel had to retreat slightly under the impact of the scorching air wave.

He drove back to his caravan.It would be good to have things on record as he poured down glasses of spirits while drafting a report on his working methods to be sent to Berlin.No one else can take credit for inventing the steel frame.He wrote a long report on the steel frame, pointing out that the cremation of dead bodies, especially the cremation of dead bodies, the main problem is to provide enough oxygen for the flame.Those open pits at Auschwitz - alas, he used open pits himself - were slow; at night, fires could be seen from afar, and since the oxygen did not reach the deep bottom, the oil and gasoline consumption four times that of a steel frame.Cherno's pit burned bright red for three days, and the disposal of the bones remained a major problem.In his opinion, the only advantage of the pit was that it was better than the crematorium.

He had spoken out against the cremators at Auschwitz, but in vain.He knew this kind of work better than anyone, but to hell with it!There is nothing wrong with the idea of ​​a gas chamber, which can handle large batches with ease and stability.But the designers of this device were fools, and it kills four times as much with gas as with cremation.The load is too heavy during the peak hours, which will inevitably lead to an unmanageable situation.Well, let the smart-ass in Berlin waste money and consume precious raw materials and machinery.Let them find out for themselves that the lining of any chimney cannot withstand the heat produced by the burning of hundreds of thousands of dead bodies, the high temperature produced by burning hundreds of tons of dead people day and night.Those big, complex structures can only lead to trouble.Absolutely stupid; amateur structure, amateur processing!A fancy device conjured up by a gentleman a thousand miles away from the scene, when all they really need is God's fresh air and Paul.Blobel's steel frame.

Depending on the strength of the wind, the time for cremation on the steel frame can sometimes be as little as two hours, and sometimes it can be as long as ten hours.A few Jews stood by the crematorium tending the crackling fire with rakes, and at the bottom of the long narrow pit Jastrow and Mutterpur and other Jews passed more corpses up one by one.It started snowing again.In the sky full of snow, thick black smoke and red tongues of fire rise up, which is really beautiful, if anyone here has the leisure time to enjoy such a beautiful scenery.But the more than forty SS soldiers surrounded the construction site with guns were bored, numb with cold, and looking forward to the shift change.And the Jews—the Jews who were sane and aware of what was going on around them—worked like horses and oxen.

Many of these Jews have become bloodless lunatics.They worked, because if they didn't work they would have nothing to eat, and if they didn't work they would starve to death and be beaten.They dug up the fetid mass graves and moved the dry and rotting corpses below.When they put on leather gloves to touch the corpses, some would disintegrate into several pieces, and fat maggots would fall down one after another.Day after day, they piled the murdered Jewish compatriots on the pile of corpses and set them on fire.The work was so unbearable to them that their souls could not bear it, and at last they collapsed, disintegrating like carrion.To the guards, these tame, robot-like lunatics were no more trouble than domestic animals.This is how the SS treats this small group of troops with reprimands and dogs. But not all souls are dead.Many of them were strong-willed and determined to survive.They also obey the command of the SS, but they have a clear mind and always pay attention to defending themselves.Working at the bottom of the pit was good for Jastrow and Mutterpur, as long as it was hard enough to deal with limp, gaunt, open-mouthed skeletons all day long.The SS allowed you to cover your nose and mouth with a cloth, but they themselves neither liked the sight nor the smell anyway, and always stood some distance away from the pit.These hard labor slaves would be killed on the spot if they spoke while working; but Jastrow and Mutterpur often had long, uninhibited conversations under the cover of masks. Today, they are arguing about an old issue again.Barrell.Jastrow objected to trying to escape here.Indeed, he is familiar with the forests in this area, he knows the trails and hiding places of the guerrillas, and he even remembers some old passwords.This is Sammy.Mutterpur's argument; this is Jastrow's land, and it would be ideal to try to escape here. But Barrell thinks further.It's not just a matter of fleeing into the woods to save your life.Their task was to send photos and documents of Auschwitz to Prague.From there, the Resistance Movement was able to send these materials to the outside world, especially the Americans.But Special Unit 1005 was on the move, and High Bragg was getting further and further away.To escape here, they would have to travel through the forest behind German lines and across Poland.Some Poles are good, but there are many Polish partisans in the forest who are not friendly, they will even kill Jews, and the Poles in the village are not reliable, they may inform the Jews.Ben Riel had heard some SS officers talking about the imminent transfer of Special Unit 1005 to the Ukraine.Ukraine is hundreds of miles closer to Prague. Mutterpur could not believe the nonsense of the SS officers, and the transfer may not necessarily become a fact.He was going to take action, and as they staggered down the pit lane, lifting each maggot-ridden carcass with as much respect as they could, and passing it up to those who waited on the ground, the main point of speaking was It's him.If the body started to decompose, they gestured to be handed canvas straps to wrap around the body. While they were doing this work, Ben Riel.Jastrow sings a hymn to the dead.He could recite prayers.Every day, he recited the prayers totaling one hundred and fifty chapters from beginning to end several times.The dead did not frighten Baen Reel.In the olden days, when he served in the funeral service, he washed and groomed many dead for burial.Here, the stench and nauseating conditions of long-buried bodies did not detract from the deep affection he felt for the dead.They died so tragically, they really had no choice.These poor Jews.Many of the bodies also had streaks of black blood running from clearly visible bullet holes. To Barrell.To Jastrow, these rotting corpses had all the pathetic, holy warmth of the dead: poor cold and wordless organisms, once alive, warm and happy creatures, now devoid of God-given spirituality, motionless and soundless, But one day he will be reborn at the time God appointed.This is how Judaism teaches believers.He went about his macabre work with affection, reciting hymns in silence.He could not perform the orthodox cleansing of these dead with water, but fire could.Psalms can also rest their souls.Hebrew verses were so engraved on his brain that he never missed a word of the psalm while listening to Mutterpur, or pausing to argue. Mutterpur began to make him nervous.Sammy was healthy: he was strong already, and 1005 Squad fed his gravediggers well until (they all knew it) when it was their turn to shoot them and burn them in a steel frame. one day.Not so long ago, Sammy seemed to be able to keep his head clear.But he's a bit incoherent now.Today, the thought of crossing Poland through the forest no longer satisfies him.He would organize the strongest Jews in the special unit and flee en masse; and seize some guns from the guards and kill as many SS men as possible before running into the forest. Sammy grew more agitated as he spoke, exhaling through the cloth mask in a dangerously telltale mist.The current situation is very different from Auschwitz, he argues.Without a grid-connected fence, the SS is a bunch of dumb, scared, drunken, careless bastards.The cordon of soldiers was far away, and they only guarded against the peasants approaching the cemetery.They could have killed a dozen Germans—maybe two dozen—if they could have captured two or three machine guns before fleeing. Ben Riel replied that if organizing an insurrection and killing a dozen Germans would help the escape, that would be fine, but how?Every Jew they came into contact with increased their chances of being betrayed and caught.Sneaking away quietly has the greatest chance of success.Killing some of the Germans would have caused an uproar and sent the entire Belarusian gendarmerie out in pursuit of the fugitives.What is the purpose of such an action? At this time, Sammy.Mutterpur was handing up a little girl in lavender from the crypt.Greenish flakes of skin can be seen on her face covering her skeleton, which stares forward and grins.But her jet-black long hair was full of femininity. "For her," he said as the girl was picked up by a Jew above.He glared at Barrell.Jastrow glanced, the wide-open, glowing eyes exposed above the mask were more terrifying than the face of a dead girl. Barrell didn't answer.He lifted the corpses one by one—these long-dead Jews were so light that they could be easily lifted in one swoop by the waist for those above to catch them—while continuing to recite hymn.That's all, Barrell.Only Jastrow can maintain his sanity.He was working as an undertaker, and his religious faith gave him the strength to endure even such horrors.Nor did he understand why so many Jews died so tragically.To a large extent, God must be responsible for this!But God didn't do these things, the Germans did. "Why didn't God show up to stop the atrocities of the Germans? Maybe it's because this generation doesn't deserve God's show. So this kind of thing goes unimpeded, and the Germans are able to wreak havoc all over Europe and slaughter the Jews." Jastrow Jean He is indulging in this kind of fantasy, but his mind will never go beyond this small squirrel cage of self-questioning and self-answering, and he tries his best to suppress this fantasy. After a long silence, Mutterpool said: "I'm going to talk to Goodkind and Finkelstein first tonight." It looks like he really wants to do it! What can be said to him?Mutterpur knew as well as Jastrow that around the catacombs where the long line of living Jews was passing the dead Jews to the ground, around the cremation of the dying flames that were about to turn into glowing embers , a circle of SS soldiers armed with submachine guns stood there, ready to shoot.The dogs would kill any walking prisoner if they let off the leash that held the pack.This kind of work changes human nature in different ways.Some people are crazy.Baen Riel understood them.Someone has been stealing property from dead bodies, or - usually the same people who have stolen property - filming SS Mani, denunciating other Jews, or doing anything in exchange for more food, more comfort, More chances of survival.He even understands these people.God did not give man such a strong nature to endure what the Germans did. The bullying Jewish leaders in Auschwitz, the Jewish officials in Warsaw and other cities who had the authority to decide who got on the train and to protect their relatives and friends were all products of German brutality.He can understand these people.The incomprehensible and insane ferocity of the Germans is too much to bear, and it turns normal people into ferocious beasts.The hundreds of thousands of Jews who now lie in these tombs all marched meekly to the pits, standing on the edge of the pits with their wives, children, elderly parents, and all others to be shot.Why?Because the Germans have exceeded the limits of human nature.This unexpected brutality is nerve-numbing.Such a thing is impossible.No one would do such a thing for no reason.Standing on the edge of the pit, facing the guns pointed at them by the Germans or their Latvian or Ukrainian executioners, these clothed or naked Jews probably thought that all this was just a misunderstanding, a trick or a villainous act. Dream. Now Mutterpur is going to fight.Well, maybe this is the way, but keep a cool head, don't be hot-headed and act rashly!When Banriel was in the guerrillas, they killed some Germans, but what Mutterpur was talking about was a suicidal urge; the job he was doing affected his mental state, and he really wanted to die , whether he knows it or not, and this is wrong.They have no right to be free from death.They must go to Prague. "That's him!" Mutterpur said hoarsely with hatred. "That's him!" An SS man came to the edge of the pit with a gun under his arm.He glanced down, yawned, and pulled out a grey-white penis to piss on the pile of corpses.This is the guy who does it every day.Usually several times a day, either he thought it was a funny gesture, or it was his special way of showing contempt for the Jews.He was a not ugly young German, with a narrow face, thick flaxen hair, and bright blue eyes.They didn't know anything about him other than that, and they all called him "piss."When he marched to and from the construction site, he looked as brutal and brutal as the rest of the SS, but he was not a sadist looking for excuses to make Jews suffer, he just liked to piss on dead people. "It's him I'm going to kill," Mutterpur said. Later, when the two of them were part of a bone-processing team raking hot fragments or whole collarbones, leg bones, and skulls from the smoking ashes to feed them into the bone crusher, Mutterpur Elbowed Jastrow. "it's him!" At the pit, the SS man is urinating again, choosing a spot where dead bodies still lie. Mutterpur repeated: "It's him I'm going to kill." The sun has set.It was dark and cold.The last blaze of the day on the steel frame was nearly exhausted, and flickering lights illuminated the faces and arms of some Jews who were busy raking bones out of the embers.The trucks had arrived, and the crypt was too far out of town for the Special Forces to walk back and forth; not to care for the Jews, but because time was precious.Blobel was criticized for this, and a critical SS inspector once said that Blobel was wasting precious gasoline trying to transport Jews.But he has a thick skin and still does his own thing.Only he realized the true importance and urgency of this work.He knew the job better than Himmler, who had assigned him the task.Because he was the scene commander, all the maps and reports left by the firing squads were in his hand. The Jews would then drive back to a cowshed on an abandoned pasture in Minsk.Of course, there are no cattle and horses in the Russian-occupied areas.The Germans shipped them off long ago.Blobel's expeditionary special unit 1005 could easily house its Jews in a barn or that, while his SS detachments had only to expel the Russian population at will.The food needed for the canteen is a long-standing problem, because the German army is very stingy in this regard, but some officers under Blobel have become veterans of collecting food, and they are good at finding the food of the local residents with their keen sense of smell , and requisition these foods.Even in the scrubby and devastated parts of the Soviet Union, food was available.People always want to eat.You just need to know how to get their hands on the food they store. In the last twilight of the flames - Lieutenant Greiser himself locked the belongings recovered from the corpses in the bulky canvas bags used by the SS to transport secret documents. Tomorrow is the same nasty job, and tomorrow it has to be done; after all, it is a deep tomb, and there are still two layers of corpses left.It took half a day to go out and clear the body, shovel the ashes in, fill the hole with earth, and sprinkle grass seeds.Finding this place will be difficult next spring.In two years the bushes will have covered the land; in five years the new trees in the woods will have wiped out all traces, that's all. Colonel Blobel's car drove up.In the dim light of the fire, the driver stepped out of the car and raised his hands in salute.Lieutenant Greisel had to report to the colonel immediately, and the car was here to pick him up.Greisel was surprised and a little worried.The colonel seemed to take him very seriously.But the summoning by the superior may not be a good thing.Presumably the boss needs a report on economic procedures.Greisel gave the canvas bags to his sergeant major for safekeeping, and took the keys himself.The car drove him to Minsk. How Greiser wanted to take a shower before reporting to his superiors!It's no use keeping your distance from pits, corpses, and smoke; the stench permeates the atmosphere around the site.It wraps around your nasal nerves.You can still smell it even when you sit down and try to enjoy a meal.Hard work! Lieutenant Greisel reported to Special Detachment 1005 with high praise from his superiors for his loyalty and intelligence.His father was an old National Socialist, the highest post office official.Greisel grew up in the Hitler movement.When he first heard about special measures against Jews during a secret SS training camp, he found the concept difficult to accept.But now he understands.But he still couldn't figure it out when he was performing the mission of the 1005 Special Unit.Why covert and eliminate these tombs?Instead, once the new order is established, monuments should be erected in these places to show that this is where the enemies of mankind died, at the hands of the Germans, the saviors of Western civilization.Once he had ventured to confide this thought to the Colonel.Blobel explained that all these villains and the world war they caused must be forgotten once the new age of humanity begins.In this way, innocent children can grow up in a happy, Jewish-free world, completely free of any trace of their miserable past in their minds. But Greisel disagrees with this view. What will the people of the world think about what happened to the eleven million Jews in Europe?Are they all going to nothing?Blobel smiled at him indulgently, and urged the young man to re-read the chapter on the ignorance and forgetfulness of the masses. In the evening, Colonel Blobel had drunk a lot, and while he was waiting for Greisel, he concentrated on consulting his SS map of Ukraine.He found the innocent devotion of the young officer very lovable.Blobel could not tell Greisel the truth about Operation 1005; he had guessed it himself, but he never revealed it to anyone.This truth is, Heinrich.Himmler now believed that Germany might lose the war, and he was taking steps to preserve Germany's reputation.Blobel thought the Führer was very clever.One could count on the Führer to pull through despite such unfavorable circumstances, despite the heavy blow from Stalingrad.However, the war may end in failure, and now is the time to prepare. Whatever happens, the extermination of the Jews will always be a historic achievement for Germany.For two thousand years, European countries have tried to convert these people, or isolate them, or expel them.However, after the Führer came to power, these Jews were still there.Only the captain of the 1005 special unit can fully recognize Adolf.Hitler's greatness.Himmler said: "We will never let the people of the world know about this." Even silent corpses cannot be allowed to exist.Otherwise the rotten democracies, once they know the truth, will feign holy horror at the fact that Germany takes special measures against the Jews, even though the Jews are of no use to themselves.As for the Bolsheviks, they will of course use everything that can discredit Germany for their crude distorted propaganda. In short, Special Unit 1005 became the guardians of this great and sacred German secret; indeed, the guardians of Germany's national honor.Him, Paul.Bloebel, in the defense of German honor, was in the final analysis comparable to the most famous and great general of the war.But the enormity of the task he had to accomplish would never bring the praise it deserved.He was a German hero who had to work in obscurity.Whether he was drunk or sober, he always thought so.In his own mind, he was not a gangster running a concentration camp; not at all, he was an educated specialist, an independent architect in peacetime, a loyal German who understood German world philosophy.He is putting his heart and soul into this demanding combat mission.It really does take nerves of steel to perform this task. When Greisel arrived at the colonel's house in Minsk, he found that Blobel was not interested in his briefing on economic procedures.A big piece of news awaits him.Special Unit 1005 was going to Ukraine, and the colonel had been nagging for orders from Berlin for a month.He was now in a very cheerful mood, poured out a large glass of gin, and forced the young officer to drink it, which he obliged.Over in Ukraine, Blobel told him, work would go smoothly because that was his place.He had been the commander of Combat Group C, and from the beginning he insisted on the need for decent maps and accurate dead count reports.Thus, removals in Ukraine can be carried out systematically.The present practice of groping around for the tomb is a waste of precious time.And the land in the north is still frozen, so it's so stupid.After they had cleared the Ukraine, he would send an officer back to Berlin to conduct a thorough inspection of the jumble of records, maps, and reports of Operation Groups A and B.Then the officer would come back and pre-locate and mark every cemetery in the north. Greisel's heart skipped a beat and he wished he had been sent back to Berlin, but that was not the case.Blobel had another assignment for him.The ones in Ukraine were huge, much bigger than Greisel had ever seen.There, one steel frame won't do the job, and they need to use three steel frames to get the best results.Greisel was to form a detachment of one hundred Jews from this group, with an appropriate number of SS guards, and lead them to report immediately to the office of the German Commissioner to Ukraine in Kyiv.Blobel will grant the necessary absolute priority to use the rails and use a foundry.The Jewish foreman "Sammy" was a specialist in construction, so Greisel had no difficulty in making the frames within a week or so.Blobel requested that these steel frames be made before the 1005 special unit arrived in Kyiv, and they could be delivered for use at that time.During this period, the detachment will leave another small cemetery that was only discovered today west of Qingminsk. Greisel timidly inquired about how the economic procedures would be carried out in this new cemetery.There is nothing to do, replied Blobel; the corpses in that tomb are all naked. But a serious accident occurred at the Minsk railway station, and Colonel Blobel's plan to transfer the task force to Ukraine was delayed from the very beginning. At around 9:00 in the morning, the train was already two hours late, and the Jews on the platform stood dozing in striped prison uniforms in two rows from one end of the platform to the other, and some SS guards gathered together to chat and pass the time .At this moment, a burly man rushed out from the cemetery among the Jews, grabbed a machine gun from a guard, and started shooting!No one knew which guard's gun he had taken, for several fell, their guns clattering to the platform.But the other Jews didn't have time to pick up the guns on the ground and do something about it.From both sides of the platform, SS guards came running wildly, firing bullets into Sammy.Mutterpur's body.He was lying in a pool of blood, still clutching the machine gun, blood trickling down his striped prison jacket.The surviving guards surrounded him and fired wildly, leaving holes in his body.Possibly a hundred bullets had entered his lifeless body.They kicked him with their boots, stomped on him, and kicked the corpse around on the platform.In front of a hundred stunned Jews, they kicked him in the face until it was a bloody pool of blood and bone.Still, they couldn't knock the grin off the devastated face. The corpses of four SS soldiers lay stretched out on the platform.A wounded guard was crawling, weeping like a woman, trailing a long trail of blood behind him.He's the one taking the piss.After a while, he also lay motionless on the track, just like any corpse he had pissed on before his death. The blood spurted from the wound stained the rails and sleepers red. 在他的报告里，格赖泽尔把这件意外事件归咎于负责指挥武装警卫的那个军士。这些警卫聚拢在一起，而不是按规定要求那样沿着这两行犹太人分散站立，相互保持一定的距离。“山米”这个犹太工头受到特别优待，他领取一份特殊的口粮配给。这次事件再次表明这些下贱的犹太人完全是不可逆料的。因此，在对待他们时，和对待野兽一样，采取最严厉的、具有最高度警惕性的措施才是唯一可靠的办法。 分队扛着尸体从车站步行回来。死掉的党卫军警卫被留在明斯克，以便在一个德国军人公墓里按军人仪式安葬。穆特普尔那具血淋的弹痕累累的遗骸装上了卡车和犹太人一起运回墓地，和当天构架上的尸体同时火化。Barrell.杰斯特罗看到了尸体，从坑里的窃窃耳语里也听到事情的经过，他随即做了面临噩耗的祷告《真正的士师有福了》。焚尸堆的火焰逐渐熄灭时，他走到钢架旁，动手把他认为是穆特普尔的骨骼碎片扒出来。当他把骨骼推进粉碎机的时候，他低声吟诵那首古老的葬礼待文：“慈悲为怀，居于天国的主啊！祈降福与塞缨尔，内厄姆。门德尔的儿子，他已到了永生世界。让他的灵魂在圣洁的诸神之间，在主的庇护下得到真正的安息吧……公正地创造你，公正地哺养护持你，公正地让你死去并在来日公正地使你复活的主有福了……” 犹太教就是这样教诲信徒的。但什么样的复活等待着这些被烧成灰烬的遗体呢？这个，犹太法典回答了被火焚毁的尸体的问题。法典认为，每个犹太人体内都有一小块任何火焰无法焚毁、任何东西无法粉碎的骨骼；从这小块不可毁灭的骨骼将会长出再生的躯体。 “安息吧，山米！”班瑞尔临了说。 现在该由他去布拉格了。