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Last Stop Auschwitz: A timely translation of a Holocaust memoir

Book review: Eddy de Wind is a remarkable narrator who turns a trained scientific eye on the society around him

Eddy de Wind was born into a secular, middle-class Dutch family of Jewish descent, his route to Auschwitz was somewhat unusual
Last Stop Auschwitz: My Story of Survival
Last Stop Auschwitz: My Story of Survival
Author: Eddy de Wind
ISBN-13: 978-0857526830
Publisher: Doubleday
Guideline Price: £15.99

It could be asked: do we really need to read more Holocaust memoirs? And the answer is, we need them now more than ever. At their best, they lay bare the inner workings of our European societies, and reveal truths about crowds, power and the human capacity for evil which are still all too germane.

This English translation of Eddy de Wind’s book is timely. First published in Dutch in 1946, it was written in Auschwitz itself by the Dutch doctor and psychoanalyst, immediately after the camp’s liberation in January 1945. Scribbled down furiously in breaks between his work with the Red Army who had taken control of the camp, sitting on the edge of a wooden bunk in an Auschwitz barracks, it has an urgency and intensity which makes it unique.

As he says himself, he didn’t find it easy to write about his experiences, but he declares, with some optimism, “I have to let everyone know what happened here. If I record it now and everyone finds out about it, it will never happen again.” Unable to face first-person descriptions, he uses the name Hans to tell the story in the third person. But De Wind is a remarkable narrator. He turns a trained scientific eye on the society around him, being adamant that Auschwitz can best be understood as a society, and he tries to explain how it worked.

Born into a secular, middle-class Dutch family of Jewish descent, his route to Auschwitz was somewhat unusual, as he had volunteered to work as a doctor at the Dutch transit camp of Westerbork, where he married a nurse, Friedel. Westerbork gave many of its inhabitants a false sense of security, but as De Wind relentlessly points out, by 1943, when he was put on the train to Auschwitz, everyone knew what to expect, though few would say it openly.

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In a later, famous essay, Confrontation with Death, De Wind would revisit his experiences in psychoanalytic terms, exploring how repression of the unbearable truth continued to operate even in those circumstances. He tells how, as his train arrived in Auschwitz and was surrounded by shaven-headed men in striped uniforms carrying sticks and cudgels, “a doctor who had made the journey in the same wagon as me with his wife and child remarked, ‘Look, they’re prisoners from a concentration camp. They have to help us with our baggage.’”

A small selection of the personal photographs taken from prisoners as they arrived at the Auschwitz II Birkenau extermination camp are displayed in 2014 in Oswiecim, Poland. Photograph: Christopher Furlong/Getty Images

Set to work as a doctor in the main camp, he had more chance of survival, but his wife Friedel was sent to Block 10, where the SS doctors were carrying out their notorious medical experiments, the nature of which was common knowledge in the camp, and his will to survive was also motivated by his need to rescue her from that particular horror. Hans is not portrayed as a saint, or even a hero: he is clever, tough, manipulative and determined to survive, even if that means occasionally falling short of his own ethical code.

Nor is he averse to grim humour. Describing the barbers who sheared off the prisoners’ hair before they were tattooed with their number, he remarks: “They didn’t ask if Sir would care for some powder or a scalp massage.”

De Wind has an eye for the telling detail, and is constantly striving to decode the power structures around him. He observes the intricate, feudal chains of command which keep the huge camp functioning, and in particular the psychological purpose of the constant verbal abuse, the shouting and blows. “The Führer shouted at his Generals...they in turn got to shout at their officers. And the officers shouted at the soldiers...the soldiers calmed down again after beating the prisoners and shouting at them. The Blockalteste (block senior prisoner) hit the Poles and the Poles hit Hans. The Führer’s blow had reached Hans...”

The camp brings together a diverse group of people from central and eastern Europe, and De Wind is matter of fact on the role played by some of the prisoners in running the camp. Sitting on his wooden bed in Auschwitz, he has no hesitation in describing it as a Polish camp – something which would get him into hot water in present-day Poland.

Like many in that war who were encountering the Bolshevik Beast in the flesh for the first time, he is impressed by the Russians, describing their sense of comradeship, solidarity and courage, which he finds all too rare in the other nationalities. He also talks about the emotion which sometimes trumped fear, rage, and exhaustion: boredom.

After being caught making a reckless, illicit visit to Friedel in Block 10, he is removed from the relative safety of the hospital, and sent on a punishment commando to Birkenau, another section of the camp, where the four crematoriums are located. His descriptions of the time he spent there, near “the eternal flame” from the crematorium chimney, are among the most harrowing pages in the book. “Sometimes the weather is damp and smoke hangs over the camp. That smell of scorched meat, of steak being fried in a pan that hasn’t been greased properly.” After six weeks, Friedel manages to locate him and get him out and back to the main camp.

A pile of human bones and skulls is seen in 1944 at the Nazi concentration camp of Majdanek in the outskirts of Lublin, the second largest death camp in Poland after Auschwitz, following its liberation in 1944 by Russian troops. Photograph: AFP via Getty Images

Emphasising the arbitrary nature of survival in Auschwitz, De Wind asks a camp doctor to intervene and save his wife’s life. The doctor helps them: his name is Josef Mengele. He cites other instances of humane decisions made by older SS members. What does that mean? Does it make them less evil? De Wind approaches the question with characteristic analytical rigour.

“On the contrary. The youngsters have been raised in the spirit of blood and soil. They don’t know any better. But these older ones, like the Lagerarzt (camp doctor), show through their minor acts that they still harbour a remnant of their upbringing. They didn’t learn this inhumanity from an early age and had no need to embrace it. That’s why they’re guiltier than the young Nazi sheep, who have never known better.”

After the war, De Wind specialised in treating survivors, and introduced the concept of concentration camp syndrome. He also studied the way trauma could be passed down through the generations, the so-called Second Generation Syndrome. A remarkable aspect of the book, however, is that despite the fact that De Wind is in the camp because he’s Jewish, like many Dutch Jews of his background, this means little to him. It is of a piece with his survival strategy, refusing to allow an identity to be imposed upon him from outside. In a late-night conversation in his bunk with a Dutch Zionist leader, De Wind says: “There is no special Jewish issue, just general social issues, general social contradictions that are taken out on Jews. If those problems were thrashed out once and for all, the Jewish question would automatically cease to exist.” Alas, in these troubled times, that day seems as far off as ever.

Michael O’Loughlin’s most recent publication is Poems 1980-2015