‘They can’t execute all of them!’ I burst out, and the German girl laughed at me.
‘Of course they can. They can do whatever they fucking want. And what they’re doing now is burning the evidence.’
She pointed to the last number on the list – 32131 – a lot higher in sequence than the others. Also a familiar number.
‘You too!’
‘I’m a witness,’ she said, with bitter irony. ‘My God. I never thought I’d end up shovelled into the Ravensbrück incinerator with that pathetic bunch of Poles.’ She suddenly took the unlit cigarette butt out of her mouth and tucked it down the front of her dress. She looked away. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Tell me how to tell people in German!’ I gasped. ‘Tell me how to say, “They’re killing the Rabbits.” If I tell people in German, everyone will pass it on.’
She wasn’t even listening.
‘They’ll gas us,’ she said, gripping the sides of the dry sink and staring at the stained tiles. ‘That many at once – they won’t waste the ammunition. They’ll do it all at once, now they’ve got that gas chamber operational. It hurts. If you stand by the wall near the crematorium you can hear them screaming. Ach –’
She swore in German and let out a sob.
‘Listen, Anna,’ I said fiercely. ‘It won’t happen! OK? No one in this whole camp will let it happen. Last time they tried to execute any of the Rabbits, we hid them. They killed our block leader because she wouldn’t give them up. But that was just us, fighting back on our own. You’ve got to tell everybody this time.’
She looked up at me with wild, wet eyes, and gave a croak of a laugh. ‘You really believe we can do something, don’t you, kid?’
‘We can try!’
Anna stared at the wall, avoiding looking at any of the bodies piled at our feet. Two more of my team came in, carrying another. I hadn’t started undressing any of them yet.
‘Anna’s on the list,’ I cried, holding it up.
Anna, grey-faced, added indifferently, ‘So are all the Kaninchen.’
‘Les Lapins!’ the French girls exploded in outrage. ‘The Rabbits? The KRóLIKI? All of them? No. Never!’
‘Hide them!’ Micheline exclaimed. ‘Hide every one of them tonight! All of Ravensbrück will fight for the Rabbits. People are waiting for a chance to fight for the Rabbits.’
‘Karolina?’ Irina asked me. ‘Ró?a?’
‘All of them. The whole Lublin Transport. Lisette too.’
Unlike me, Irina didn’t panic.
‘Let me have your armband,’ she said to Anna. ‘And one hour. I can do something.’
‘Where will you go?’ Anna asked sharply.
‘To talk to my friend in the power plant – we were electricians in the Moscow Metro together, before I flew. I think she can switch off the lights. She will do it in roll call tomorrow morning. They will find no one.’
Anna moved slowly and cautiously, like a person with a migraine. She peeled off her red Kolonka’s armband and held it out to Irina. Irina slid it over her own sleeve and stalked out, her shock of white hair catching the gleam of the bare electric bulb overhead as she turned to go.
‘You’d better hide too, Anna,’ I said in English.
‘Who’ll hide me?’ she scoffed with bleak fatalism, her pale eyes bright and wild. ‘You could break my leg maybe, make me look like a Rabbit. See if the disguise fools anyone.’
We all looked at her in pity, and looked away. I sure couldn’t invite her to hide with my Block 32 Camp Family – and even for twenty loaves of bread the Auschwitz evacuees in the tent wouldn’t hide a German criminal. I thought about offering to swap coats with her, to swap our numbers. I really did. It is the Girl Scout in me, always wanting to help. She was an OK group leader and now she just seemed so grim and crazed – so afraid. But I couldn’t come up with a good reason to sacrifice my life for her.
Micheline saw me thinking about it. She shook her head at me to stop me opening my mouth.
‘No one will notice another body here tomorrow morning,’ Micheline suggested to Anna brutally. ‘No one counts the corpses more than once. If we get the chaos the Soviet electricians promise, hide in here.’
For Anna
(by Rose Justice)
Your sullen sneer,
thin lips and
unlit cigarette
have disappeared
without a trace
and no one cares
and we’ll forget.
I don’t care either
but I saw
desperate and raw
fear in your face –
you said you’d hide.
I wonder now
how hard you tried –
and if you lived
or if you died,
I wonder how.
*
Block 32 that night was a prison all on its own, swarming with guards and dogs, the wire gate locked, the door to the barrack barred. It was almost surprising they let the rest of us back in, but they did, and we got our soup ration as usual. We even fought over it sort of as usual:
‘Here, take mine, you need all the energy you can get tonight.’
Or more realistically, ‘Look, just give me yours, ’cause you won’t need it if they kill you tomorrow morning anyway.’
Karolina had the same fierce, dazed gleam of insanity in her eyes as our German Kolonka Anna – the look of crazed disbelief at the UNFAIRNESS of it.
Lisette just looked like Lisette. Ró?a was a pain in the neck.
‘What do you think I’ll look like when I go up in smoke from the crematorium chimney, Rosie? As sexy as Karolina, slinking across the sky?’
‘Will you shut up!’
She wasn’t trying to be funny. She was trying to be brave, Ró?yczka-style. But it was making Karolina cry.
Irina took hold of my hand and pressed it against her waist. Tied inside her dress was a pair of wire-cutters. The hard line of her mouth was set in the ghost of a grin. She spread her palm and rocked her hand at me. Still a combat pilot.
The thing was, so many people were sobbing and crying and praying that night, that neither the guards nor Nadine could hear us as the Rabbits made their escape. I crawled with Ró?a and Karolina over the infested bare boards that counted as our bunks – people moved out of our way. Everybody helped. When one of the guards shouted or the dogs started growling, we lay flat and sobbed loud and genuine sobs of fear and frustration. It was easy.
Irina and a couple of the other Russians got out first, and they did the dirty and dangerous work of cutting a hole in the wire that fenced off Block 32 from the rest of the camp. Then we spent most of the night hoisting all the Lublin Special Transport girls out a couple of the broken windows. I had an easy job – I had to keep stuffing wads of newspaper over the jagged glass around the edges of the window frame.
The tricky part was crossing the yard between the barrack and the fence without being seen, and getting through the fence. I didn’t have to do it myself, but it still makes me shiver to think about it. Nobody got caught, but my gosh we worked slowly – though after the first dozen Rabbits had made it through the fence we got good at it.
It took two of us on one side of the window and two on the other to lift one person out efficiently. Then, one by one in the dark, Irina and her Red Army friends escorted all the Lublin Transport Rabbits through the fence into the main camp. After that they were on their own – on crutches or limping or clinging to each other.
Irina caught Ró?a herself when it was her turn.
‘The tent is the nearest place to hide,’ Irina whispered.
‘I’m not going back there,’ Karolina fired down at her, next in line to sneak out.
But Ró?a couldn’t walk – not really, not in the dark – and Karolina was stuck with her.
‘If we don’t come back, Rose knows all our names,’ Ró?a said in ringing tones of menace, a little too loud.
‘Shut up, you stupid little girl!’ Karolina gasped hysterically. ‘Or they’ll kill Rose too, and there will be NO ONE who gets out of here alive to tell anyone!’
‘The whole camp knows. Everybody knows. Rose will tell the world.’ Ró?a growled orders at me. ‘You are to tell the world, Rose, you hear me?’
‘I will! I promise!’