Point Of View Journals of Elie Wiesel, SS Guard, and Auschwitz Prisoner. (Note: These journals are made up, not real).

Arrival at Auschwitz

Journal #1: Elie Wiesel, May 21, 1944.

Last Night; a night that will be seared into my brain forever. One that will haunt me until my life's end, whenever that shall happen. It was cold, dark, and depressing. It had been our fourth straight day in a small, crammed cattle car on a train headed from our town of Sighet to a destination in Poland. We were forced like sheep into these train cars, 100 per car, and had little food, little water, little air, and little space, not to mention no place to relieve ourselves. We had crossed From Hungary to Czechoslovakia, and from there we crossed into Poland, and stopped in a town we had not heard of, called Auschwitz. The train then rolled slowly on. Soon we could finally see where we were headed. First, it was the bright spotlights which shined upon us as we moved slowly. Soon, we could see some small buildings and an entryway, all surrounded by endless lines of barbed wire, and multiple watchtowers scattered along the fence line. What we saw next shocked us all. Flames and black smoke ascended from five or six chimneys along the front of the compound. There was a distinct stench that we sensed as we entered the complex. Almost like human flesh. The train soon came to an abrupt halt. We were inside the camp. The door to our car screamed open and men in striped suits jumped in, shouting, swinging their clubs at us like wild beasts. We left our luggage inside the train as we were being hit left and right by these strange men. Once we were away from the train platform, we were separated into two lines. Men on the left, women and children to the right. We walked in our designated directions, and I could see my mother and sister Tzipora walking away. I have not heard of them yet. Maybe I will get to see them soon. I was then examined by a doctor, who did nothing really except ask me a few questions. He pointed me and my father to the right, where we witnessed unspeakable atrocities. Babies being thrown into a fire. Live babies. Although i don't think it was real. It couldn't have been. No one would do something that inhumane. I would hope not. We then went to a barracks where we were stripped of clothes, disinfected, and given new ones, and then had our hair cut off. We where then transferred to another area where we would eventually sleep. That is where I am writing this. Morning. May 21, 1944, Hoping to re-unite with my mom and sister, and hoping for better days ahead.

Journal #2: Artur Weider, Prisoner B1529, May 20, 1944.

Another Day in Hell. Auschwitz Death camp. Life has been full of death here since I arrived on a deportation from Katowice, Poland at the age of 35. My Parents, my wife, my daughter, all sent to the gas chambers on the day of our arrival. My son, a victim of dysentery about six months age, also sent to the crematorium. I have spent my days aimlessly wandering around, doing my work, watching the transports come in, and praying for all of the doomed souls who have know idea that they are most likely heading for their death bed. It is May 20, 1944. Sleep is not to be tonight as another transport has arrived, from Transylvania. I've heard rumors that it is possibly from Sighet. I will soon find out as I assigned to process the belongings of the new prisoners and help sort them out. That is the job that usually have, and I hate it because everyday I witness families being separated, and people heading to their death as I take what was once theirs from their suitcases. Tonight will be no different as I witness more tragedy, more separation, and more flames coming from the chimneys.

Journal #3: Peter Hoffmann, SS Auschwitz Guard, May 21, 1944.

Last night was another busy night as "the final solution" plan is proceeding as expected. Although the war front is getting closer, Jews are coming in everyday from southern and western Europe as they head for their death in the gas chambers. Last night was particularly hectic, as a rather large transport arrived from Sighet, Transylvania. I was on ramp duty, so I provided overwatch on the prisoners and the luggage as they were unloaded from the train. The prisoners filed out of the train cars and were separated as Dr. Mengele deemed some fit to work, and most not. I then supervised as other current prisoners sorted the luggage and transported it away from the arrival ramp. My period of overwatch lasted well into the morning as i had to remain alert while the new prisoners were being prepared and the other being gassed, just in case some sort of chaos broke out. After all of the business was done, I could finally retire to my quarters, grab a drink, and go to sleep knowing that the process had gone about as smooth as possible.

Sources:
http://tellingstories.org/holocaust/mgarcia/index.html
http://en.auschwitz.org/h/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogcategory&id=1&Itemid=3
http://www.fpp.co.uk/Auschwitz/stories/Pelt_sources/Buchenwald_Report_extract.html
http://www.ihr.org/jhr/v02/v02p103_Faurisson.html