Auschwitz Lullaby
. The title sounds like an oxymoron, doesn’t it? The world cannot, must not, forget what happened at Auschwitz and other Nazi extermination camps during World War II. But “Lullaby”? A gentle, quiet song to send children to sleep. I learned, however, what an appropriate title this is for a beautifully written fictional diary of a real woman who was arrested with her husband and five children and spent a year in Auschwitz II, Birkenau, in southern Poland. Mario Escobar portrays as many facts as he could glean from records. The rest is painfully, wondrously recreated from a deep sense of Helene Hannemann’s soul.
Helene Hannemann was a blonde, blue-eyed German woman whose only offense was that she married a Gypsy. Her husband Johann was a gifted violin virtuoso. Señor Escobar has changed the name of Helene’s husband and children, but he has kept their spirits alive. By virtue of their mixed heritage, Johann and Helene’s children were considered undesirables by the Nazis. Only Helene was exempt from arrest; however, she protested, saying that as a mother, she must be allowed to accompany her children. This was only the first of many, many acts of love and courage.
Like many Baby Boomers, I have seen movies and read books detailing the horrors of the Holocaust. Numbers alone do not do justice to the evil thrust upon innocent men, women, and children from Germany, Poland, Czechoslovakia, and other parts of Europe. We know about the more than six million Jewish souls who died at the hands of Nazi criminals. We know that others – homosexuals, “mentally deficient”, physically disabled, and those who tried to assist members of these groups – were also put into the camps. Auschwitz had a Gypsy Camp. That’s where Helene Hannemann and her children were sent. They were separated from Johann; the children never saw their father while they were imprisoned.
The conditions described are horrendous. My heart ached as I read of the filth, the cold, and the hunger. What pained me the most, however, was the cruelty of the other prisoners to one another. It was survival of the fittest. Fortunately, Helene was a nurse, and that changed everything for her and her children. Key to the story is Frau Hannemann’s working relationship with Dr. Josef Mengele, often called “the Angel of Death.” For quite a while, she was able to maintain some level of protection for the camp’s children, even though she was aware that he was using all of them for his own purposes. As I read, I recalled that Mengele was infamous for his medical experiments, including experiments on twins, and my heart gripped with fear because two of Helene’s children were twins.
Helene Hannemann’s strength came from her children, knowing that their survival depended upon her. As time went on, she made friends and knew that if she died, others would look after them. She also held on to her happy memories of Johann and dreamed of what they would do when they were free again – if that day came. She was determined not to hate her enemies, for she knew that hatred would destroy her from within. As she observed the female guards, she marveled at their brutality and could not fathom how they could be so cruel, especially to children. “Evil is much bigger than antisocial behavior or psychological deficiency. Above all, it is a lack of love for one’s self and for others.”
Ultimately, Helene Hannemann shows us what love is. When I reached the final pages, I could not stop the tears from flowing. When prisoners showed fear, Helene showed strength. When captors displayed inhumanity, she responded with compassion. When the terrified howled unrelentingly, Helene responded with a lullaby.
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