father - home

What happened?Added tension and worry to my heavy, painful mood at the moment.Where did his injuries come from?How did he get sick?Fabian is dead, but he still submits to Schenk.This must not be his original intention, but another last resort, and it may be the third or fourth last resort.How much burden did he bear on his increasingly thin shoulders?How much more can he take?Even if his body can bear it, what about his heart?A person's body or spirit, which one is stronger and tougher?

Ernst continued: "That morning, as soon as I got up, Shenk rushed in anxiously and dragged me directly from the dormitory to the hospital."

Because he, the Chinese, must be, Shen Ke came here in person, the situation must be very serious.I became even more nervous, my heart was in my throat, I stared blankly at Ernst, not daring to say a word.

"I've never seen Shenk like this before. His face changed and he ran all the way. I couldn't keep up with his speed. It seems that Shenk was really anxious that time. Shenk said he didn't expect this to happen. The previous night, when the guard on duty was patrolling, he found that the Chinese people were all under the blankets, so they dragged him out according to the regulations, and punished him.”

"Punishment." My God!I just feel black in front of my eyes.On the night of November, it was almost impossible to survive such a punishment.

There was a cruel and absurd rule of the most humiliating nature in the concentration camp.It is said that in order to prevent homosexual prisoners from masturbating, it is stipulated that when they sleep at night, their hands must always be outside the blanket, so that the guards can check.Otherwise, you will be severely punished.This "severe punishment" is to drag the prisoner who violated the regulations out of the house, strip off his clothes, tie him to a pole beside the playground, give him [-] lashes, and then stay on the pole to reflect on himself until dawn.During the self-reflection time, if the prisoner fell asleep or fainted, he was woken up with water.This kind of punishment may be survivable in summer, but in late autumn when the temperature has dropped to about five degrees at night, in the end, no matter how much water is splashed, it will definitely not wake up.

"Schenk didn't know about it until he found out that he didn't come during the early roll call. When Shenk rushed to let the Chinese man off the pillar, he was already cold and unconscious."

"How unreasonable!" I blurted out, a strong sense of dread tightening my throat. "It took at least two hours from dawn to early roll call. Could it be that no one helped him during this time? Put him down and send him back to the barracks. Could it be that everyone just had the heart to watch him being tied to a post, and finally Or Shenk to save him?" Tears welled up in his eyes.I tried to keep my eyes open to keep the tears from falling.This is something I hadn't thought of at all.I thought that he would be abused by Shenk, beaten and scolded by the guards, and tortured by Kabo, but I didn't think that beating him would result in being abandoned by his companions.

Ernst looked at me sadly and shook his head. "No one will help him anymore, Marty. Fabian's death, and Schenk's special treatment of him, has made him a target of public criticism."

"Are you sure?" There was still a glimmer of hope in my heart: maybe it was just the insensitivity and timidity of the prisoners.Otherwise, how will he live in the future?

Ernst shook his head slowly, and what happened next completely shattered my hope. "The guard who patrolled that night said that when he dragged the Chinese out of the barracks, he noticed that the Chinese had covered two blankets. This made him hesitate. He didn't know that the Chinese's hands were under the two blankets. , or between two blankets."

"If," I said eagerly, "his hands were under two blankets, he should be punished. But he can't have an extra blanket for no reason. No one would put himself on a cold night like this." And if his hands are placed between the two blankets, then someone deliberately framed him. Ernst, the guard should have figured things out, how could he be punished indiscriminately like this What about him?"

"Schenk also questioned the guard. The guard said that he had asked the Chinese why he had two blankets. The Chinese said that he had taken them from the warehouse. In this way, the Chinese would be punished with double lashes. .The guards sent a kapo to do it, guess who?"

"Who? Gabriel?"

"No, Gabriel is not Capo, but the 'Iron Hammer'. The 'Iron Hammer' carried out the caning meticulously, and even volunteered to watch the Chinese people reflect all night."

I opened my mouth a few times, but nothing came out.Finally, silently, I thanked the Lord in my heart.Almighty Lord, forgive me, forgive me for ever doubting your existence because of too much sin and suffering here.Not now, because of him, I believe you not only exist, but you are always watching this hell on earth.You have shown your miracles by coming to his rescue at the most critical moment.Otherwise I cannot explain how he survived this night of torture.thank you!my Lord!Although I am humble and sinful, I still hope to thank you for him.Thank you for your kindness, your fraternity.I don't know if he is your subject, but whether he is or not, he is worthy of you.He was a good man, a perfect, noble man.His heart, like yours, is full of benevolence.Bless him!Almighty Lord!I pray that you will continue to bless him in the days to come, so that we sinners struggling in hell can see a glimmer of hope.

My fingers hurt!Looking down, I don't know when, my right hand clasped Ernst's wrist so hard that the knuckles turned white.He must be overwhelmed, and he is trying to break my fingers apart.I quickly let go, feeling that my whole arm was sore and numb as if it had just been convulsed, without any strength.

Ernst and I, both of us massaging our sore arms, were silent for a moment.After a while, I whispered, "What happened to him after that?"

"He was in a coma for three days and had a high fever. I used the best medicine and finally revived him, but he still got pneumonia."

"Thank you!"

"Why thank me?"

"You saved him."

"why are you?"

I didn't answer, avoided Ernst's gaze, and lit a cigarette by myself.

"You don't have to thank me, Marty. You should thank Shenk. It was Shenk who asked for the best medicine and must save him. During those days, Shenk almost guarded him day and night. After the fever subsided, Shenke moved him to his own dormitory. It was the same after he recovered from the illness, and until now, I think it was Shenke's protection for him, fearing that there would be no more accidents."

The hostility in my heart is about to move again.Why?Why when something happened to him, all emotions, good, bad, gentle, tyrannical, noble, and despicable, would be triggered, escalated, become intense, conflicted and collided in my chest, making me feel stronger It is becoming more and more unbearable, more and more intolerable.

"Isn't all of this exactly what Shenke wanted? Shenke planned to isolate him step by step. Now that Shenke has fulfilled his wish, he pretended to be merciful. He... Shenke finally got him." My finger holding the cigarette couldn't hold back. He kept trembling, and the soot fell on his pants and the floor.

"Don't be so mean, Marty, to him, to yourself." Ernst left the table to pour his coffee, and I had a brief moment to get my emotions under control.

Ernst took a sip of his coffee and stared at me with a frown. "Shenk didn't get him, never. I don't think Schenk understood it himself. As you said, Schenk made a deliberate effort to isolate him step by step, initially to wear him down and reduce his influence on the other prisoners. Later, Shenk changed and wanted to conquer him and get him, so Shenk intensified his efforts, and as a result, he only got people, but not hearts."

"Schenk doesn't want hearts at all."

"Maybe it was at the beginning, but not anymore. You only need to see Shenk's expression at that time, and you will understand that Shenk has a little love for him besides the desire to conquer and possess. Maybe Shenk didn't realize it at all. He still has a little love for the Chinese people, and he doesn't know when this love came into being."

"Don't put gold on their faces," I yelled, waving my hand vigorously, not wanting to knock over the coffee in Ernst's hand.Fortunately, Ernst's clothes were only splashed a little, and most of them were spilled on the ground.

I stood up blankly, trying to find a rag to wipe the floor clean.Ernst put his hand on my shoulder. "Marty, I know why you're mad, that's why I never tell you about him. I know you like him."

Ernst spoke softly, but I was taken aback.He raised his head and stared at Ernst with terrified eyes.

"I know you like that Chinese man." Ernst said softly again.

I looked away, dodged, prevaricated. "What's so strange about it, doesn't Shenk like him too?"

"Schenk can, but you can't."

"Why? Is there any difference?"

"Because Schenk is not gay."

"What do you mean?"