Еще одно свидетельство:
"Футбольное поле, на большом пространстве сразу же справа от дороги, было особенно привлекательным. Зеленый газон, необходимые белые стойки ворот, нарисованные мелом линии игрового поля - все это было привлекательным, свежим, чистым. Там был идеальный порядок сразу же увлекший нас мальчиков как будто призывая: Обратите внимание! Это место для нас, чтобы играть в футбол после работы!".
"A football pitch, on a big clearing immediately to the right of the road, was particularly welcome. Green turf, the requisite white goalposts, the chalked lines of the field of play — it was all there, inviting, fresh, pristine, in perfect order. This was latched onto straightaway by the boys as well: Look here! A place for us to play soccer after work."
* Marc Klein. «Observations et Reflexions sur les camps de concentration nazis», in: Etudes germaniques, Nr. 3, Caen 1948, S. 31."По воскресеньям, под вечер, под бурные аплодисменты зрителей, проходили игры по футболу, баскетболу и водному поло: внешне человеку мало надо, чтобы забыть о грозящей опасности! Эсэсовское начальство регулярно - даже в рабочие дни - разрешало узникам развлечения. В кинотеатре показывались нацистские "Новости дня" и сентиментальные ленты; в кабаре шли довольно едкие представления, на которых часто бывали эсэсовцы. Наконец, имелся также весьма приличный оркестр, состоявший поначалу только из музыкантов-поляков, которые со временем сменили более профессиональные представители всех национальностей, в большинстве своем евреи".
Аушвиц, 1944 год.
Соревнования по фехтованию.
Auschwitz's Football Pitch of Death
Two MPs immediately raised an eyebrow; John Woodcock, Chairman of the Labour Friends of Israel, and Ian Austin, whose grandmother and aunts were "murdered in Treblinka." The only speech I found genuinely powerful was by Bob Stewart, an ex-military man, who spoke about his time in Bosnia in 1992, but he also claimed his British mother once told him; that her generation is collectively responsible for the Holocaust. It's worth flicking through the speeches, just to reassure yourself of how powerful Jews are in Britain. To command such a well-arranged outpourings of either feigned or deluded grief from British politicians is worrying.
The aforementioned Stephen Lloyd, recounted a bizarre tale about football (soccer) at Auschwitz he'd been told when he visited there. Now, I believe I've compiled the most extensive collection of sources on football at Auschwitz out-there, so I immediately saw the holes in Mr Lloyd's Auschwitz football tale, but the photo at the bottom of this post clearly shows why Mr Lloyd's story is farcical:
"The person from HET (Holocaust Education Trust) who was leading the tour was telling us while we were beside the rail track that many political prisoners were also kept at Auschwitz-Birkenau. We were shown the place where they used to play football, and behind us was where the rail carriages came in down the bottom of the hill. The story came out after the war of one particular political leader who was a dissident in the eyes of the Nazis, so he was sent to Auschwitz. He was the goalkeeper. Those prisoners were kept separate from the whole extermination side of Auschwitz. I had not been aware of that, but I learnt it that day. It was a separate camp, almost, even though it was smack in the middle. They knew that there was a rail track on the other side of the hill, because they would hear the noise of the train, but they never actually saw it.
This bloke recounted after the war how one day, while he was the goalie, the ball went way over the crossbar and he ran down the hill to get it. At the bottom of the hill, of course, was the siding where the trains came in, and a train had just come in. Suddenly, he saw thousands of people being moved out of the train, and guards there—the huge, Dante’s inferno-type exercise of a train coming in. He thought, “That’s interesting,” and he picked the ball up and went back to the game. About 40 minutes later, another ball went over the crossbar and he went down the hill again, but there was nothing there—everything had gone. It was so efficient. A train would come in and be emptied. There were troops, dogs and kapos there. Everyone had been moved off. Some 45 minutes later, the train had gone."
I don't know which Auschwitz-Birkenau, Mr Lloyd visited, but the Auschwitz-Birkenau has no "hills" in it. The place is covered in drainage ditches, and one runs along the side of the fence separating the Birkenau football pitch and the train tracks, perhaps the "goalie" walked up and down that to retrieve his ball. But how he and the other players failed to see through the fence, not only to the trains unloading Jews, but to the crematorium/gas chamber (blue arrow) processing Jews, and the crematory chimney belching different colours of smoke, depending on whether fat or skinny people were being cremated, is a mystery.
Немецких футболистов будут настраивать на игру байками про холокост
Евреи-капо в нацистских трудовых лагерях