Introducing Librarian of Auschwitz by Antonio Itorbe
Librarian Auschwitz, this extraordinary story of courage and hope emerges from one of the darkest chapters in human history.
Based on Auschwitz’s real-life prisoner experience, Auschwitz librarian Data Krauss tells the incredible story of a girl who risked her life to keep the book alive during the Holocaust.
Throughout history, all dictators, tyrants and oppressors with any kind of views and
Ideology — Aryan, African, Asian, Arab, Muslim, or any other race — all have one thing in common: the belief that books are extremely dangerous; They make people think.
Fourteen-year-old Data is one of the many Nazi prisoners at Auschwitz. Taken from a ghetto in Prague with her mother and father, Data adapts to the constant horror of living in a camp. Writer Antonio Itorbe writes: When a Jewish leader, Freddie Hirsch, asks Data to take over the eight precious volumes that the prisoners have managed to pass the guards suddenly, he agrees. And so Data becomes Auschwitz librarian.
Although “Auschwitz Librarian” can be a very frustrating read, as a librarian in real life, the “librarian” introduction to Auschwitz fascinates you. Reading this story is a heartbreaking but satisfying journey. The young girl’s bravery will amaze the reader.
About the book Librarian of Auschwitz
Nazi officers all wore black. They looked at the death of a gravedigger with the same indifference. At Auschwitz, human life is so worthless that no one even spends a bullet on it; There, the value of a bullet is much greater than the value of a human being. In Auschwitz, there are public gas chambers. A cost-effective method that saves hundreds of lives with just one gas tank. Death, in this camp, is an industry that is cost-effective only if it is done in general.
Antonio Itorbe, born in 1967 in Zaragoza, Spain, is a journalist above all and contributes to many Spanish newspapers and magazines. He has written several books for children and adults, the most famous of which is Detective Seto. This book has been translated into several languages so far. Antonio wrote the series for his own children, who were five and seven years old at the time and loved detective stories. But little by little, many children around the world fell in love with Detective Sito and his mysterious files.
Excerpts from Librarian of Auschwitz
Hirsch, in charge of the 31st block, came out of his small room and pretended to meet with S. soldiers. S is very happy. To greet the officers, he clasped his heels aloud: it was a way of paying homage to the military, whether as a sign of obedience or out of fear, Mangal glanced at him; He was still whistling with his hands clasped behind his head.
Someone who had been called a priest looked carefully at the hut, his hands still in his sleeves and around the center axis of his body and the weapon he was carrying. Everything they said was true. “Inspection,” the priest said under his breath. Soldier S. S. repeated the order, repeating it until it hung over the prisoners’ ears.
At school, they were told that the clock was the genius and initiative of a teacher named Haosh, who is more than five hundred years old. But Data’s mother had told him a darker story. The king instructs Hanush to make a clock that automatically pops a statue out of the window above the astronomical horizon at the top of each clock and plays.
When the watch is finished, the king instructs his stewards to blind the watchmaker so that he can never create another surprise like this. But the watchmaker takes his revenge and puts his hand inside the watch and disables it. The gears crush the hand and the clock mechanism stops and the clock stays broken for years. Sometimes the data was cut off and he had nightmares about turning the gears for himself.
The Auschwitz Librarian is a true story based on the life of an Auschwitz prisoner named Ditak Kraus. It is an incredible and exciting story about the life of a teenage girl in a dreadful camp.
Nazi officers all wore black. They looked at the death of a gravedigger with the same indifference. At Auschwitz, human life is so worthless that no one even spends a bullet on it; There, the value of a bullet is much greater than the value of a human being. In Auschwitz, there are public gas chambers. A cost-effective method that saves hundreds of lives with just one gas tank. Death, in this camp, is an industry that is only economically viable if done in its entirety.
Unbeknownst to the officers, Alfred Hirsch had set up a school in the family camp at Auschwitz, in a swamp that swallowed everything. They were unaware of this and did not need to know anything about it. Some prisoners did not believe such a thing was possible.
They thought Hirsch was a stupid and crude man: How can you teach children in this camp full of oppression, where almost everything is forbidden? But Hirsch smiles. He always had a mysterious smile on his face, as if he knew something that others were unaware of. “It doesn’t matter how many schools the Nazis close, every time a person stands up and tells a story and the children listen, a school is built,” Hirsch told them.
Block 31 is heterogeneous and unusual in this extermination plant called the Auschwitz camp, where kilns are burning corpses day and night. This is a victory for Freddie Hirsch. He used to coach youth sports, but now he is a hero who stands up to the greatest oppressor of humanity in history.
He succeeded in convincing German authorities that entertaining children in a cottage would enable their parents to work better at Auschwitz; A camp that bore the title of “family.” The camp commander agreed, but on the condition that it be just for fun. School was forbidden. Thus, block 31 was formed.
Inside that wooden hut, the classrooms had nothing but a few stools that were pressed together. There was no wall between the classrooms. There was no blackboard. Teachers drew various triangles, letters of the alphabet, and even the course of European rivers with their hands in the air. There were about 20 groups of children and each group had its own teacher. They sat in the classrooms so tightly that they had to talk very slowly to avoid confusing different topics.
The Hirsch dormitory was severely opened and the guard entered the room in charge of Block 31. His shoes traced the dampness of the camp into Block 31. From a corner of the room, Data Adler was stunned by the flower spots when the guard shouted, “Shish, shish, shish.”
This is a symbol for the imminent arrival of the guards. S was to block 31. Freddy Hirsch pulled his head out of his room. He did not have to talk to his assistants or teachers, whose eyes were locked on him. Just a hint of him was enough. His gaze was commanding.
The lesson was stopped and German jokes and a series of games were replaced to show that everything was going well. Usually two uninformed agents would enter the hut, glance at the children, sometimes clap their hands to the tune or slap the younger children. But sometimes the guard adds another warning to the usual warnings
“Inspection!” Inspection! »
The inspections had a different story. Everyone had to line up and be inspected. Sometimes even the youngest children were interrogated, the guards hoped to get information from them by abusing their innocence, but they did not succeed. Even the youngest children became more aware of those rude faces.
One said under his breath, “Priest! And alarming whispers began. This was the name given to one of the officers. They had left, a sergeant who always walked with his hands dipped in the sleeves of thick army uniforms. Just like a priest, although his only religion was oppression.
come come! Yes, I’m telling you? Say I’m a spy… »
“Who am I spying on, Mr. Stein?” »
“Everything! Baby, anything! Two of the teachers seemed worried. They had something in their hands that was definitely forbidden at Auschwitz. something that
It was so dangerous that having it was a death sentence for them, not having sharp tools; What the ruthless guards were so afraid of was the book. It did not matter if it was old or torn or if pages were missing. The Nazis had banned it and were always looking for it.
Throughout history, all dictators, tyrants, and oppressors of all persuasions and ideologies — Aryan, African, Asian, Arab, or any other race — have one thing in common: the belief that books are extremely dangerous; They make people think.
The bands all sang softly in their place, waiting for the guards to arrive, but one girl disrupted the harmony. He walked back and forth between the crowded chairs, making a noise.
The teachers shouted at him, “What are you doing? are you crazy? One of the teachers tried to grab his arm and stop him, but he pulled his hand away. He climbed the stove that divided the hut into two parts and was not very high, and jumped down from the other side with a lot of noise. He jumped on one of the chairs and the chair turned so loud that all activities stopped for a moment.
Mrs. Kishkova, her face flushed with rage, shouted, “Bad girl! You want to betray us all! “Sit on the head of a stupid girl.” The children called the woman “dirt” behind her. He did not know that the same girl had chosen this nickname for him.
But Data did not calm down and continued to do so, ignoring all the angry and dissatisfied glances. The rest of the children stared at him, dazzled by his woolen socks and thin legs, and jumped back and forth. Although she was very thin, she was a healthy girl, with broad shoulders and brown hair that fluttered in the air as she moved quickly through the groups. Data Adler, among hundreds, had nothing to do with anyone and did his job.
Data went to a corner of the hut and passed one of the groups. One pushed aside the chairs, causing one of the little girls to lose her balance and fall.
The girl who had fallen to the ground shouted at Data: “Hey, who do you think you are! The teacher from Brno (1) was surprised to see the young girl standing in front of him for a moment, holding her breath. In the blink of an eye, he snatched the book from the teacher’s hands, and the teacher breathed a sigh of relief. Data acted so quickly that he left no room for thanks to the teacher. This was at the very moment when the Nazis were entering.
Another teacher who witnessed the girl’s tricks was already standing by her group. As the girl passed by, he handed over his book, as if it were a running contest in which he had to give his cane to another. Data went to the end of the hut in despair; Where the assistants pretended to be sweeping the floor.
Data had not yet reached the halfway point when he heard the group’s voice for a moment; Sounds like a trembling candle against the wind blowing through the window. There was no need for data to ensure the arrival of S troops. He turned his head. He immediately fell to the ground and terrified a group of eleven-year-old girls. He put the books under his shirt and touched his chest to prevent them from falling. The girls, who were apparently engaged in fun and entertainment, glanced at the data as the teacher angrily asked them to raise their heads and continue reading.
The soldiers of S. After looking inside the front of the hut for a few seconds, they shouted one of their favorite words: “Attention. Attention.”
There was silence everywhere. The sound of my spy singing and playing stopped. Everyone was nailed. In the midst of this silence, someone was quietly whispering Beethoven’s fifth piece. The priest was a sergeant who should have been feared, but he also seemed a little nervous, because he had encountered someone more evil than himself …
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