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Sometimes it happens that the story personifies before our eyes, taking the form of an object, a witness, a living person. History, for the "Auschwitz 2008", has taken the form of a concentration camp: meters and meters of space marked by the indelible mark of the war, suffering, and the project of an irrational madman.
This unforgettable experience began several months ago, but has found its full realization the cold morning of November 6, 2008 meeting with Auschwitz.
We saw the famous inscription "Arbeit Macht Frei" (work makes you free). I was struck immediately his macabre humor and I felt the bitter taste in the mouth of dashed hopes. The deportees because they believed that if they worked hard were rewarded with freedom, but the killers knew that freedom was in most cases death. To deceive the prisoners was, moreover, a convoy of the Red Cross.
The red brick houses, all identical and arranged symmetrically on a lane, known as block, is home to a small museum which houses objects stolen from deportees: cumuli di occhiali, scarpe, utensili da cucina, tutine da neonato e tutto ciò che una persona avrebbe preso con sé nel caso in cui fosse dovuta andare via dalla propria casa per un po’ di tempo. Si aspettavano di andare verso la vita, evidentemente, e non hanno prestato ascolto alle tremende voci che circolavano.
Alcuni corridoi sono tappezzati dalle foto in bianco e nero che mostrano le persone appena giunte al campo nei loro pigiami a righe, con gli occhi spalancati sull’obbiettivo. Sono tutti morti prima della Liberazione. Non sapevano che tutto, dai loro capelli ai loro corpi sarebbero stati sfruttati da arditi volontari (i nazisti presenti erano tutti volontari); perfino dai denti d’oro dei morti sono state ricavate sei tonnellate, while the hair was converted into the tissues. And the horror does not end here.
We passed the tenth block of the field where the doctors were making their experiments, which often had as their purpose the identification of more efficient methods for sterilization of mass between the doctors who have worked here too there was Josef Mengele, dubbed "Doctor Death" or "The Angel of Death," infamous for experimenting on human beings. Mengele was known for his cruelty with which he treated guinea pigs: sometimes the children survived to test them and he ended with an injection of phenol to the heart, to see the internal organs. But he died of a stroke while swimming in the pool South America.
little further on is the Block 11, where he was the prison camp. The punishments included death by firing squad, took place in the dark and dingy basement of the block: there was the hunger of the cell, where Father Kolbe died, and the cell in the dark, a small room with no windows so ridiculous that the size of forty people crushed Twenty died of suffocation, and small cubicles of ninety inches square that were left standing from four to six people to die of exhaustion. Some deportees died in the wall of the shooting: one of them had, on paper, a process that define the process is an insult to their memory, as the judge, in two or three hours, convicted and sent to death about two hundred people. The rest died without the order.
Finally, after the scaffold where he was hanged April 16, 1947 Rudolph Hoess, the camp commander, stands towards the gray sky and the silhouette of a stack of the crematorium. For here, at Auschwitz 1, there are still the gas chamber and crematoria used two of the three before the construction of Birkenau.

Birkenau is thirty times larger than Auschwitz is the overwhelming enormity of madness, the piece of the world where the smell of burnt bodies wandered for days.
No statement ironic, no trucks of the Red Cross, no towel here has deceived the prisoners is a infinite field, immense, disturbing.
The past suffering but not yet passed down as absolute and eloquent silence on the theater in which life has found its most painful denial. The actors were masterful, great director, but do not feel to clap their hands: it was not a farce.
We recognized the entrance clad in dark celebrity, the tracks that run beneath, down, way down, so far no end in sight, to be in the middle of the crematoria. Before walking, we heard the song "Auschwitz" by Gucci: It was a great moment. This place still manages to make you cry. We went walking
a piece above the rails, then the lane until the end of the track, after which we put a stone brought from home on inclusion of commemoration in memory of an old Italian Jewish tradition and not too old crimes. The headstones were written in all languages \u200b\u200bgo to Auschwitz - Birkenau. The court here seems even greater.
We had an hour to visit the camp in groups or alone, if preferred.
The crematorium, which in the past were as efficient as burning five thousand bodies in a briefcase, were blown up by the Nazis just before the arrival of the Russians and now lie broken down into a heap of ruins, but you can still see 'input di quell’inferno.
Infine, torniamo indietro. La chiusura di questa giornata indimenticabile è alle quattro, nessuno avrebbe voglia di restare qui al buio.
Gli incontri con la Storia insegnano sempre qualcosa, in modo duro, a volte, ma rimangono impressi indelebilmente nel nostro cuore, nella nostra mente, sulla nostra pelle, nella nostra coscienza.
Questo incontro è stato, almeno per me, una lezione di vita, non solo per le vicende che appaiono sul palcoscenico e si offrono al nostro sguardo, ma anche per gli interrogativi che lascia un sipario ancora alzato.

Silvia Romanò