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The diary of a Holocaust survivor:
I remember the day they took me in to the camps. They shot me at the back of my head, yet I survive long
enough to be met by my captor. My name is Misha Razminovich Coalstein, and this is my story.
I was born on the Island of Zion, somewhere close to USSR, between a region named Crime and
Holomodor. Life was uneasy, for even before I was born, I knew I would be killed. Call it pre-birth
intuition, which is like tuition because I love money. That’s all we knew, as a ‘poor’ Jewish family born
in those parts. We lived in a small Zionist village named Israel-Palestine. It happened before the war,
before both wars, before all three of them happened and before I knew it, I was born.
The world was mightily cruel, as everyone wanted to kill me. That was what my parents told me; even
before by Rabbi chewed off my genitals, I knew this peaceful existence of mine was not meant to last. I
was born on a Monday afternoon, in a secluded place, a little far away from the farm I grew up in, near
the mines, where we put the dark skinned Jews to work, while we fair-skinned folk watched over, as that
was life back then. There were simpler times than there were today. When you could grab a child, undress
him and have your way-way with him, with the Rabbi looking in a different direction. Turning a blind eye
to the whole doing, while you had your fun; and there were a lot of men having their fun on that Island.
It’s why they wanted to kill us to begin with.
It was the rite of passage and we all went through it. I was marked by it, I wear my foreskin to this day, in
a vial. Eight men had to tackle down the Rabbi so he would spit it out, but not because he was strong, but
because us Jews are weak and I always suspected the Rabbi not to be a Jew but an ethnic Russian man�priest who hated us, who wanted to convert us yet who also chewed off our genitals for some reason. I
often found myself staring at him, and him at me. Did he notice I observed him? Could he know of what
they did to me after? I did not know back then.
They stitched my genitals back together the wrong way. It was done by a German Jew I did not know the
name off. He later goes on to perform an abortion on a man; turning him a woman. They put little tubes in
his mouth and on the other side, just like OB’s, they put period in them, just like OB’s, then, they pull
them out, they put it as stuffing, as to make his breasts. They chew off his genitals, which I have no doubt
that it has been observed here, on this very Island I was born in by someone I deem to be an ethnic
Russian Jew, of a Christian background, which brings us to this very day, where I was finally brought to
the day of Judgment.
I was a young boy of fifteen, I think I was born in Nineteen fifty, Nineteen eighty ten, give or take. I’m
not as smart as the others Jews, that much is clear. I was always last during the classes, when we studied
The Tallmud, the mathematics, the sciences and how to fuck over poor people, and drive them into
poverty. We did not learn proper math, like they did with the rich Jews who had their special classes,
instead, we were only tasked with making it seem like we did the proper numbers just so they feel like we
actually did them right, but we always ended up being owed more than we gave and lend. To show this
example, take a single day in the courtyard. Outside our class; we’re not supposed to talk about what we
does, but there’s no one else around here, there’s no one else to stop me. I am old, I am exhausted, I am

almost dead and I’m afraid that my poor heart isn’t going to take it anymore, after being shot and shocked
so many times I feel as if a stroke is, dearly me approaching.
Ezekiel was one of my closest friends in the camps, in the playground. We grew up together, we were like
brothers; as were our parents since it was an insulated community, just like camps.
We were playing a game of backgammon, while being watched over by one our supervisors, who was
making sure there wouldn’t be no foul play happening. Knowing that someone already tipped him, we
went in and already began to share in what we brought from off seas.
‘I believe this game is concluded. Indeed it is, that means that I’m owed twenty oysters.’
There were only eight to begin with.
This was a fair game, where everyone knew the rules before it started. We were all acquainted with the
term of ‘interest’ but neither of us ever expected for it to be aimed at one of us.
It says so in the old code of Tallmud, which predates every existing text of humanity, or so the Jews
claim, that it was given to them by their father, of lies. But that is something one may not discuss by any
means. There’s this concept, nonetheless known as no honor amongst Jews, the Jews stole it from the
thieves.
The thieves then stabbed the Jews and killed them. And that’s how anti-Semitism was born. It’s a story
that’s being carried over from mother to son and its meaning is lost. Only the hatred for the people
survives and the meaning of the hatred has no reason other than ignorance for God’s chosen people,
which can be seen manifesting to this day.
Ezekiel did not know his place in the world. He didn’t know you’re not supposed to do that to one of your
own, but then again it’s not unheard of for a Jew to be found lying in a ditch, trampled by niggers or one
of his own.
I never knew how it happened, I never understood it and I couldn’t have prevented it even if I knew of it.
They arrived on the island during my studies. Eighteen German soldiers that had just deflected from one
of the fight in the Near-Eastern region; they looked beaten, awfully so. They were exhausted, their bones
were rationed, as in they had to chop off their limbs and they settled on eating their own bones in order to
survive since they weren’t cannibals, they had to do with what they had. And what they had on them was
their own, their own bones, as neither man would come as close as eat from one of the Ruskies from
around the graves. Ever since I lay my eyes on them, I knew my life was over. Although at the same time,
I felt jealousy for the first time in my life, after noticing how dreamy eyed the Jewesses were upon laying
their eyes on the soldiers. They were somewhat impeccably mesmerized by the men. Even though some
of them looked disabled, two German men carried one of their own who had his legs, half a body, and one
of his arms blown off by a mine. His features were indistinguishable from jack-hammer working its way
through a little block of iron, yet he was breathing. I confess that I do not know what the Germans are
made out of, yet I’m intrigued as to suspect that it’s a hard material, and they’re much likely to be iron
nickel or something like that. AN alloy that’s strong and rouse up; I also realized then that I was just as

mesmerized by them as the Jewesses, because of my own short-comings and neuroticism. And I felt fear
for the first time in my life.
Before I knew it, before we knew it, before we knew there was a war, there was no fight and we were
conquered. It was a short-lived battle, as there was no resistance offered whatsoever. No fight, nothing.
We were a peaceful people and they didn’t seem to buy our lies or our sweet talk, leaving us, much to our
dismay unarmed, incapable of preventing them from taking our women and putting us in little cages they
carried on with them, from Germany. They shoved our people into little cages, going as far as to put
eighteen men at a time. But at no time were we allowed to be near our women, who seemed to be carried
on their backs, like the raping of the Sabine women, as it happened all over again. Even that German man,
whom I later come to know as Hans who was a guard at one of the death-camps I was temporarily
stationed in, the one without legs and an arm missing appeared to carry one of them on his back; which
only made it the more of a humiliating defeat, and an affront to our weakness and failure as men.
But what added insult to injury was the fact that he was merely pretending, as the men simply put Hans
down, who began walking on the stumps as if he hadn’t felt anything at all, as if nothing had happened
and he was born short. He endured through much, and he still managed to get his arms wrapped around
one.
Our cages were put together in a tank the Germans used as a raft to cross the sea, where they simply
pulled and pushed it, all the way back to our first stop.
We were stationed by the looks of it, in Estonia. I do not speak the language, but thing didn’t look right.
We were pulled out of the tank and put inside a little giant cabinet, that was hung on top of a spiked floor,
while we, being inclined at to see through the cabinet’s window were met by a giant German. I thought he
was going to eat me. Especially when he opened his mouth and began saying those nasty German words
that I vaguely understood since our language is stolen from them. He was like Goliath, like in David, the
book. But there was no king amongst us, they were in the states, as one knows, all the Kings are, in the
media. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me from that point on. He had a death-camp inside his
gut, and even then I could hear my brothers screaming in agony as they were trashing about his entrails,
putting a tremendous effort into trying to stay alive, for long enough for me to hear that I may one day
write down their stories so they wouldn’t be forgotten. I remember, everything; but I cannot remember
their names, or whether or not they existed at all.
I spent my life doing cruel things to poor people. Those poor people were but dark-skinned Jews I did not
know the fate of was. They were probably spared since the Germans didn’t expect us to actually work, so
it never occurred to them to search the mines to begin with. But then again, the dark-skinned ones aren’t
even real Jews to begin with. I’m going off track, regardless of it.
He was the destroyer, I knew it, ever since I lay eyes on him. He opened his mouth, revealing unnaturally
shaped incisors that had hollow spots inside of them, which spat roped that coiled around our necks,
slowly dragging us and our weakly frail bodies that had been starved for years since they forgot to feed us
and they injected us with starvation on a constant basis, inside the tank that is, I swear, allowing us to slip
through the grates as we were both being suffocated and we were but slowly prepared for the impalement
which was to happen soon after. These coils having but opened the cabinet by being actioned in such a
precise manner as to create a pseudo giant-key just like the one that was used to lock us into the cabinet to

begin with. It was blasted, it was vile, I found myself wondering then, what happened to the Jewesses?
What happened to them indeed?
He was a madman and he says, in his language that we understand, as we would understand one another,
even though he’s not one of us.
‘I am great a great German Magician and I will make you disappear.’ He says while his mouth is wide�open and gaping.
He was strangling us with the ropes and while we were in mid air, this thought occurred to me:
There was a constellation of death-camps all over Berlin and every falling star was a death-train in which
the following happened:
‘They killed each man, woman and child, gassing them inside their open-windowed compartments.
German kids threw rocks at the already half cracked windows, which further killed them as they stood in,
waiting for the gas to take effect. It wasn’t instant but they waited, how nice of them to wait, to die.’
This is a real story.
It was clear enough that giant German Magician Hess was but the one responsible for carrying the raft
over from below his kingdom where it would’ve sunken if it weren’t for him and his mighty. This giant
German of the sea, whose might was endless, his blunt forced set; as he carried on his back but little
worn-out black-colored mattresses they were put it as soon as he was tired of strangulating them.
If his belly is the death camps, his back is hospitals. But what does that mean?
What happened to the women?
‘I have died once, for every man that died in this camp.’ And that’s how they count the numbers; a
тестimony, from one of the survivors.
Hess had an ability that was actioned by his swastika-shaped irises, which were static, but, upon being
activated, they slightly tilted to a match. It’s as if the entire world was covered in darkness, whereas every
object was darkened as if was painted over in an instant, as if they drawn into a dark void. Slowly, red
swastikas appeared everywhere, spreading about the place, on top of the pseudo-walls that could barely
be made out of in the dark. They began floating, levitating as they made their way across the room, like
strange floating molecules that slowly span.
‘Is this the power of German technology?’
One of the Jews asked, but it was not one tied to the bed, instead, it was another one who was but pulled
out of nowhere, who began floating towards the swastika, splitting him half in an instant, his bloody
being drawn inside the floating device before he was bled to death. Coalstein saw it all.
They arrived at one of the camps within the hour. It was a harsh journey especially with the on-going war,
more than dangerous, beyond dangerous which was beyond relief. They stopped to drink some water. The
beast, Hess had blocked a giant missile which almost came to put an end to their suffering, the allies
started too early. But this Hess was no hero as he only desired to furthermore add to their suffering, as he

simply wrestled with the missile, wrapping his arms, spitting ropes as to grip as hard as he could before
the thrusters could hit full throttle. It was a desperate attempt, yet in a moment, his eyes made a little
drawn swastika appear on the missile. And it was then that the main-thrust stopped. It was as if the engine
was suddenly put to rest, given peace, a stop to its suffering, to which he took the time to dig a ditch near
him in order to bury it there. So it would rest forever.
We were at the first stop, in Lithuania, near the border. By then, we’ve been dragged through eighteen
death camps, and every single time, I’m the only one who survived.
There was a man named Shlomo I met.
Around the court, there was a large barbed wired fence. It was tall, it was nasty looking and they put our
teeth-fillings on top their edges, they popped like corn, which could mean that the fence was electrified.
Yet the fences were only powered when I was there, to see it. The guards were indeed sick. They waited
all day for Coalstein to inspect the fence just so they could have their short-lived laugh at him. It was
something that happened pretty often, they say.
‘Prisoner, I want you to come with me. We’re going to put a number on you.’
It was twenty days in. Most men didn’t even live long enough to have a number put on their wrists, they
say that’s how they counted the cattle, in which case, there men whose numbers were printed on the
entirety of their arms, going as far as to have run out of places where they could tattoo those numbers on,
so they came out with an ingenious plan. They asked the Jews to remember those numbers for them, and
the Jews simply complied.
Many days passed and nothing happened, they were just kept in the courtyard doing nothing. Some
German guard simply tossed them a leather ball so they could play around and seeing how the prisoners
couldn’t even kick properly they just had a laugh and called it a day.
What is a death camp?
How were structured?
Judging from one of the plans which were made by the architect, who was a German man by the name of
Warminger Hardenbaff; there were four main parts that made a camp. First was the tents, which looked
like puffy-filled little bricks put on top of one another, which had elevators inside of them, which had
rails and eight-stacked together bed bunks the Jews were put in and carried to their rooms, the device
having received a command-sheet note left on the side of the bunk which would be introduced in the main
elevator panel by one of the guards who was in charge of delivering the people to their rightful place.
There were eighteen elevators inside the tents, which were closer to hangars rather than actual tents,
which explains why the allies bombed them in the first place since they must’ve though that’s where the
Germans hid their ships and their planes. One could understand where the confusion’s coming from. It
was understandable after all. The elevators were worked by peculiar four-put together, band-wrapped
wheels, that were made to constantly reshuffle the bed-bunks together as to furthermore confuse and
prevent any attempt made by the prisoners to fall sleep in there. Inside their rooms as well, something was
clear, even by the time Coalmine was brought to the scene which unfolded in front of his eyes.

Below every set of eighteen put together bunkers, there was a trap door with grate-like gaps from which
heat-vapors could be seen as they were slowly being risen up from where they stood. At any moment,
those trap doors could open, swallowing up all of the bunkers which would have the Jews instantly killed,
burnt-alive, turned into ashes before the rails on side sides would pull them back, having had chains
actioned on both sides, which were responsible for lowering and raising the bunkers to begin with. They
looked somewhat similar to medieval bridge lowering devices, or at the very least they showed some
similarities. Yet, it’s to be noted, as there were multiple levels to the tents, that these rectangular stove
pockets were placed in a space between the floor in which the bunkers were in and ceiling that was placed
on the previous level. After being submerged for hours, not even their bones could be seen after, having
been completely incinerated in a matter of minutes. Tens of prisoners being completely annihilated by
these death devices which were but fully loaded with men and boys every ten minutes or so sometimes
the trap doors weren’t even closed, so they simply chucked them in; while the prisoners didn’t even offer
any kind of resistance whatsoever.
Between the space that lead to the full extension of the furnace in which they stood, there appeared to be
large rotating cylinders with blade and spikes on them which had gaps as to avoid damaging the sides of
the bunkers, making their way to the holes as to slice the people who were inside into pieces. These
rotund pillars being placed on rails as well as they were pushed from the other side; which meant there
were Germans inside this secret dark spot between the tents, in which they hid their weapons. Many
prisoners remember hearing distinct shot-noises beneath them, but they thought that it was actually the
prisoners in the other tents that were being put down, not those who were being sliced and burnt to death,
as they thought.
There such devices in the death camp. Many of them were put to use. The Germans created Death�Sailors, which was a term they conceived for the concentration docks. They dressed the Jews like anglers
and made them fish the remains of their incinerated brothers which were delivered from the side of the
tents, out of the metal shafts that spat those corpses out of the furnaces and into the pool where they
cooled down. They had to cool down so they could become indistinguishable from anything else. And
once they were done with it, they would simply be fished out of the water and made to be buried in the
nearest ditch the diggers were put to. Today was dock-duty. He was one of the Death-Sailor, with one of
the most uncanny figures he never thought he might ever see. It was Ezekiel, his lost friend who was there
with him.
‘You look.’
Another тестimony:
‘I do not know for how long I’ve been trapped in here. I’ve lost all accountability for my acti, I lost
account of time, despite there being a clock in the cafeteria. I cannot read, I can’t see well; though there
was large lines, I cannot make those lines up, I do not understand. They’re not numerals but I cannot read
numerals either. They are fat, like finger, I think those are fingers; I think they made clocks out of us, it’s
been so long since I ate. I should go ahead and ask for food but only the daring ones go there and ask for
food, I am but afraid to do it. It’s the clock, its constant ticking triggers my neurosis. Before he even knew
it, he started imagining those as being his fingers. That’s how it happened.’

They were inside the pool, with the Germans. They were allowed to have some time from time to time
and play around. And the Giant German Hess, he was with them, he was just making giant ripples with
his giant legs. It was strange, yet they found some solace there, as if this was the closest humane thing the
guards did in a long time. Every now and then a corpse would be thrown out of the shaft. Sometimes they
were alive and the highly third-degree burns encompassed Jew simply failed to struggle and dropped at
the bottom of the ravine like a little fat boulder, with a little-big fat bottom lip.
It was time to go to bed.
Young Coalstein was but tucked in nicely then allowed to look around.
One of the most disgustingly horrible scenes unfolded in front of his eyes there. They took a weak-thin
starved prisoner and made him float in the air. His body began contorting in the shape of a swastika, and
then, his body began liquefying as to form the shape of an eye, leaving their symbol as nothing other than
some hollow black spot as that of a patch of black blood which oozed around. This eye-cast then began
floating as it entered Hess’s eye, the disappeared. They spent a lot of time building, making the prisoners
build strange things, like two wagons put together, on top of one another which had leather-like bands on
every side actioned by the wheels. A strange long pole-like cylinder came out of one of them, like a pump
that was just as soon inserted through the other end of one of the prisoners. The upper wagon had a
square-shaped hole drilled on its lower left side, through which another, much fatter cylinder was
connected to the wheels and the band. At the end of which stood a disc that was segmented in weird
triangular slices, whereas in the middle it bore a hole from which a metal hose came out of, pushing into
the lower wagon through one of the holes that was drilled in it as well, this one could barely be seen
though it was there. A second fat cylinder came out of a second square hole that came out of the upper
right side of the lower wagon, around which the metal hose was wrapped around, the cylinder leading to
the pole-like thing that was inserted into one of the prisoners. The rope that was wrapped around the
second cylinder was wrapped in the same way like a cowboy would but catch a fleeing bull, in terms of
not doing anything, something was wrong. Something about this device didn’t make any sense, there was
no point for the hose or the disc or the first cylinder to be there, yet they were put through the motions.
They were made to build their sick-machine that was made to torture and kill them. Could the German,
possibly, be sabotaging themselves?
I knew this would be the death of me, but I had to investigate it nonetheless; so I dressed up like one of
the guards.
The weird thing was that there were extermination camps in every country, in every town, in every
building as well. There were a bunch of extermination camps in a few Synagogues, even before the war
started. How does this even happen?
The memory of the dead people still remains in my mind. I still think of them every now and then,
knowing that there’s no chance I’m ever going to run again over the plains of Zion, in the island where I
was born.
For every dead body came with a price; a fund raiser of some sort, that was traded between the powers.
No one liked them, henceforth the trade. It had to be done, they had to be killed so the Jews could make

profits off their own. It wasn’t anything personal, just business. Business between them kikes, it’s how it
is.
There was the day after. A day passed.
‘There’s a few people present here, a few Poles, a few Jews, a few Gypsies, a few Communists, a few
trouble makers, indeed. Everyone’s present, everyone’s doing their fare share. But we all know that
neither of you actually matters since you people don’t actually have any power whatsoever as opposed to
we know who.
So I’m going to make it simple. As simple as I can; you’ve all been brought here for a reason, to be sure.
This project you see here, there’s no, how do I put it? It’s off the charts, you know? There’s just no proof
whatsoever that it existed to begin with, you know?
There’s but, it’s not, we just, look. One day we just woke up out of nowhere with a plan; I looked at my
wife, I woke her up in the middle of the night and I told her, hey. What if we kill the Jews?
And others, but the others? They don’t matter, let’s just focus on the latter, since you know, they ruined
out economy, they’re child molesters, they sacrifice people for their blood libel rituals and what not, well.
How about we just build this camp, you hear, and it will have strange torture devices that there are no
actual patents for because we’re not going to bother applying for any of them and we’ll just make sure
that by the end of the war, we’re going to destroy them completely. Yeah that sound just about right, but
we won’t document everything and we won’t go in detail, leave everything as vague as possible, kill
some hooked nosed fellows, some dumb dirty beggars, criminals, Slavs, Poles and whoever else we want
and then. Well, we’ll just take over the rest of the continent.
Yeah, I think I like the sound of that. And you know what my wife’s reaction was? As soon as she heard
that, she simply slapped me across the face, then left me. It was then that I realized that my plan must
actually be a great one, that I must actually be onto something, and you want to know why? It’s because I
found out that, well she wasn’t actually a Jew, but I found out she was cheating on me. So I simply put
her in one of the camps. Just snuck her in; yes, I did, I did that. I just falsified her birth records so I could
make it seem like her grandmother was a Jew. Then I just chucked her into the stove, I did.
I don’t feel any guilt over what I’ve done, I’ll be honest, I don’t really know much about either one of
your people, but I’m not going to claim that I like you either. I just wanted to kill my wife and this was
the most convenient way to do it. You know, it’s not like I’m claiming that I have a pure soul or anything,
it’s just that, I kind of like doing what I do. I’m not as awful as you people, but, you know.
I’ve been standing out in the sun thinking for a while now, and yeah, it’s been rather great. I just found
out I was actually promoted, could you believe that? I’m actually higher on the SS’, I, a mere boy with
some dreams, who just, who just. Right, I forgot about that, I’m actually, well, you see now, I’m.’
Schopenhauer White considered it for a moment.
It was wholesome, having everyone gathered around the place. They were a strange bunch. It was weird,
it was extremely weird, but he didn’t complain. He had a massive well-chiseled jaw, he had.

‘I spent a lot of time making many great devices that were not intended for the purposes they’re being
used for now. You see, I’m only trying to help humanity now. I truly am, I think I’m a good person, I
think I’m not only great, but you know, it is what it is.
I’ve been thinking about something, my poor old lad. Look, I don’t want to keep you standing all day,
especially in this burning arid sun so I’m going to keep it as short as possible before you get a stroke or
something, especially since many of you do look like you’re likely to get one. So, I was thinking about
something, long before the war, you know?
It’s that, hey, I’ve got a baby boy now that I’ll have to look over. And I’m rather afraid of bringing him in
since this is kind of a vile world, you know? It’s nothing against you, since I’ve got no quarrel against
either of you personally, but I simply don’t want my boy get hurt by a bunch of child molesting Jews.
That’s all I’m trying to get at, I want him to live a fulfilling live, in the same way his father had. I don’t
want him to kill his wife necessarily, come to think of it, I may’ve come to regret it, but I simply wish
there was but another way I could take it back, but I can’t. Especially since I was the one who had to bury
her in the first place, maybe I don’t want to have his upbringing lead him in the same place his father was
brought to but.’ He took a slight breather. The crowd was somewhat in-between, they didn’t really know
on which side to be on.
But there in the back Hess was at the very least supportive. And you could never go back on the promise
of killing a woman and taking her of your child. Hess had plenty of experience in that kind of ordeals
since his wife had been a giant German Woman by the name of Hilda.
He never considered this but Hess had been a good friend, he was great. One of the greaтест people he’s
ever been acquainted with. It was then that upon bowing to his friend, Hess but grabbed a passing Semite
by the head and squeeze his head right open, like a little melting caramel pop.
‘Hmm, now I see that there’s a great future for me not here in the Fatherland, although I will return and
die here, with my fathers and forefathers and everyone else as I ascend to the greaтест homeland of all,
where I will join my gods in the glory of battle when the time comes. But until then, I will, after all help
this world with my superior intellect and superior knowledge and power.
And I shall be joined by you Hess, you will be my companion, the greaтест companion there is.’
At that moment it was as if a small swastika but flew through the air, like a little speck of burning-power
which dissipated in the air, like the glory of a short-lived engine that has finally stopped in place.
Life on the other side was great.
Young Hess was born in Germany, and he was a great man, a great person, a giant one nonetheless.
Living in Deutschland was grand for what was worth. He lived in the woods, where he made a water-mill
all by himself. It formed a peculiarly stretching wooden winged bridge that began flapping as soon as it
was released in the air. Life was great, then came the war. It happened over night, from what he could
remember. And before he knew it, he was already enlisted in the fight.
It was bizarre how he wasn’t even given a choice to begin with, yet they’ve already suited him and made
to walk through the tour de France.

Him being with the Eagle-Heil Foundation, which was; it was by all means the greaтест Foundation that
was ever given life on this planet. For starters there were no Rats that managed to snick in, for the
Foundation had no living members in it, yet, something seemed to be working as well as directing the
mass-production of the guns.
But woe, it had to be said.
Ezekiel was an angel-artifact. Who has been taken from another life, as his true appearance was that of a
peculiarly deformed put-together creature of patches, with many wool and many green threats and
swoons, he had been there. Sent to make sure that the evil beings were but kept under control, not to
move anymore; one day this peculiar artifact woke Coalstein from his sleep. There and dire he
approached.
‘I’ve stumbled upon many things that I do not know, as to look upon creatures like you, whom are not
human, but try acting so. Yet your act is to deceive, I know you’re just like a nigger, within your soul.’
He turned around, oh vile thing it was. He shone in the dark bunker, not as if to know what was going on
there, he had but froze a speck of a heart inside a harpy that appeared out of nowhere, with many eyes,
and an eerie voice, and a chain around her throat, dragged to his hands, as well as he drew forth. This
peculiar angel, revealed a sphere inside his chest. Reality could not keep up with what happened, as it was
but merely put to such grandeur as to bring a тест to them.
‘Why have I been tortured for so long? What have I done to deserve this happen to me at last?’
Razminovich but inquired, knowing of the little things that he had but failed to sire.
‘It’s because you vile things have been deceived; and you are not the chosen people, as you’ve lied to
yourselves over more than a few centuries. For your acts and deeds of evil you must be destroyed. For
there is a darkness inside of you that may spread like a cancer and cause such wits to be paranoid, in turn
you shall destroy us all, even the vile angles that groan upon the strange masses of the broken world.
You must be punished and made to suffer for your acts, and until the debt shall be paid ten times forth as
you’ve once asked, then you will be made to suffer continuously until you will have been completely
ruined.
Know this, the future is but ruined and dark.
The plains of Africa and Algiers at that, are but filled with masses of disease, with such gangrene heads of
Niggarous beings, as to be bloated and floated, allowed such flight. As such gestation of their vileness as
to have brought all that which may destroy all; for those mindless creatures that but seek to bring ruin.
And you of all will follow through, mistakenly in search for, alas, something that’s not there, to cast.
You must be made to suffer therefore, as your wretched appearance shall chance and be as decayed, if not
beyond that taint of Nigger-boars.’
At the incline of which the angel had but disappeared, having carried his message forth, alas not to appear
any time soon, not to be found upon such swoon again.

He did not know whether or not that was a dream, but one thing was certain, the torture and everything
else that happened was real. He could not forget the pain and death that happened there. How the
Germans invaded the death camps and took them over. Misha’s life got worse from that point on. With
every guard having been replaced by them, there would be no mercy left to spare, there would be no
break, only work, that never ended. They were chained like niggas. Whipped ever by electrical whips,
they were being submerged in the pools which were now electrified as well, only because the Germans
were attempting to reanimate them while they were still being alive. That said a lot about our people,
since at that point in time we were dying of starvation. We were walking corpses. We were dying yet we
continued working. Ever since I arrived at the camps, I have never been fed at all. I have not even
received a piece of bread at all. They didn’t even keep food inside the camp unless they hid it all in the
barracks, but that couldn’t be since at late hours most of the guards left the camps and went back home
after the night-shift came in. It was how the prison-camps worked in some way. All of our letters were
brought and placed in the camp’s post office, which was near the camp’s water tower, which was place
next to the camp’s infirmary that was placed near the camp’s research center that was placed near the dog
den and that was the most dangerous of placed a man could be sent to.
They say whoever goes to the dog-den, they don’t return, they don’t return at all. They trained the dogs
worrisomely so, that they would have their way with woman and man, but not child, they took the
children instead and made ice-sledges out of them and played with them during winter. This thing
stretched for years, I think, eighteen years at the very least. We were deported, we were being aborted,
experimented upon, there was nothing that they didn’t make us do. They knew about our impulses, we
became the dogs. They made us rape our own children just like we were raped by the dogs. There was a
brothel in the death-camp as well. We were made to dress in women’s clothes and danced for the pleasure
of our superiors which were other, far wealthier Jews who managed to fine the guards so they could let
them have their fun. You knew how to differentiate a far wealthy lazy Jew just like you could make the
difference between a Nigger and a Mullatoe, in which case Coalstein was the Nigger, which goes without
saying. It was a weird thing, what happened inside the Camps. One day were put down in the thousands,
and our corpses simply disappeared, while on others the people that were killed and completely
incinerated appeared out of nowhere as if nothing happened at all. How could that be?
Were the Jews so inbred that they simply looked like one another? Or were they brought back to life?
Were they truly incinerated? I didn’t know, how could I? I was a warrior, I was a warrior, I am a survivor,
I’ve seen it all happen. We were mining for oil, actioning their large crane-machines, still there,
peacefully so. It shouldn’t have made much of a difference but this? This gave me a good enough sight of
what happened around the Camp. I saw heaps of bodies put together, and I saw something far worse than
that. It was Hess who had been staring at them for hours, that Giant German whom I’ve never come to
know. And he was placed there for a reason, I didn’t know why. After standing for long enough to get a
good look of the sight I noticed that some of the apparently dead Jews began jerking around, as if they
were some carpel out of water. They weren’t dead, they were merely pretending to be dead. They were
dead soon after, since that butcher simply butchered them. I think there were at least eighteen hundred of
them in that pile alone, and I didn’t know how many of them were alive and how many of them were
actually dead. I think they were all alive, but not any longer since they were butchered by him, violently.
He destroyed their corpses. I don’t know how it happened. It’s as if he opened his mouth to shout but he
hadn’t. It’s as if they were there but they weren’t. How could the ground shake just as he was looking at
them but only that portion of the ground?

That felt as if he was in a photo, in a frames shot with the bodies that all of the sudden began being
shaken by someone who was impatient while being in one of those old red lighted rooms, waiting for the
photo to be done, but being incapable of truly waiting for the liquid to drip off. But moved in front of
someone’s face, randomly so that it would look like a weird animation of some kind; and then, they
weren’t there. Their numbers disappeared as well; but not their numbers, which I remembered.
I met Hans during one of the rare days we were allowed to eat, off the floor, off the ground after being
made to crawl like dogs. One of the prisoners there was whipped until he was bloody, until his skin fell
over completely and he couldn’t breathe any longer; he was to be the mean, he was ripped apart and they
made us feed on him, to cannibalize on the man, and devour his organs, and drink his blood, although
there was food on the table neither of us went near it since we were afraid of it being poisoned. We could
not trust them not to poison us after what happened. Even after they left the feeding-room inside the
infirmary where the other prisoners were being taken care of by the Camp-nurses and the Camp-doctors
and the Camp-physicians and the Red Cross was there as well with their volunteers, we didn’t know what
to do.
It happened. They disemboweled my fried with the help of whips they wrapped around his throat, his
legs, his arms, they were horse. Horses brought from the Camp-stables, tied to his limbs, then one of the
guards simply shot above him, startling the horses which ran as far as they could, in the Infirmary and
beyond.
There were days where the fences looked like walls. There were days when the gates were open and we
could simply run away, but it was too late. We were already beaten, mentally they had us. Even while
their watchtowers were empty, we were made to fear. Invisible Germans could be there, watching over
us. I felt one breathing, at the back, of my neck. As I turned out I saw nothing there, only thin air as the
breathing stopped. I was afraid that might happen. Already abandoned by the other rats who most likely
made their way back to one of the Non-invisible guards only to snitch on me so they could have me
punished. That would earn them a few days off the camp. I never saw them afterwards, so I could only
assume that they were killed soon after.
The punishments were the worst things that could happen to a man. Since they did it in the circle, which
was the middle of the camp that was surrounded by every building and everything that was inside the
camp. An ancient gable was there, standing over me. I was put underneath Hess’s giant boot and made to
be crushed underneath him for hours. He could only think of one thing while he was being tortured, what
happened to the women?
Well of course women did as women do in this kind of situations. There were no Interment camps for
them, they called them Impregnation camps, since on the first occasion the women got they just threw off
their clothes and spread their legs for their captors and that’s what they did all day. One could be made to
think that in some way the German Guards had become the Jews, as they were made to work all day
instead of the women. Yes of course everyone knew that the Jews didn’t actually work all day long so the
Germans kind of got the short end of the stick, which goes to show to you can’t win them all. Since they
had to work with what they had, since most of the Jewesses weren’t actual lookers to begin with. Though
a man is a man at the end of the day and a man must do what he had to do for his country and for his
people.

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