The Dentist of Auschwitz
Chapter 18 We were three and a half kilometers from the closest shore.
Hundreds of prisoners filled the top deck. At the stern about
fifty German civilians, including a few women, and at least that
many German sailors also confronted with the same dilemma. Nearby
were two smaller ships, the Thielbek and the Deutschland. The
latter was tipped to one side and on fire. On one of its
smokestacks, still visible, appeared a large red cross. A few
hundred inmates were struggling in the sea, trying to swim to
shore.
However fortunate we were to come out of the hell below,
safety was still far away. The Cap Arcona was tilting, and we saw
no one coming from shore to help. What's more, not a single
lifeboat or life vest was on the ship.
Death stared at us. Pandemonium had erupted, and the bay was
full of swimmers. Many more were jumping into the frigid water.
Those near the ship were getting nowhere. The downward pull of
the sinking ship created a whirlpool, and the swimmers' chances
of survival were slim. Physically exhausted and no match for the
elements, they struggled in vain, and one after another sank
below the waves.
Suddenly from an empty sky planes appeared. We could clearly
see their markings. "They're British!" we shouted, and we waved
and screamed up to them. "See, we are KZ-nicks! We are
concentration camp inmates!" We waved our striped caps at them
and pointed at our striped clothes, but there was no mercy. They
dropped napalm, as the Cap Arcona shook and burned. On their next
pass they came within fifteen meters of the deck. We could see
one pilot's face, and we thought we had nothing more to fear. But
in that instant his plane's belly flaps opened again, and more
bombs flew down. We could track each one as it fell and on impact
sent sections of the deck flying about. Other bombs missed us and
fell into the sea, creating fountains of water splashing over us.
Machine-gun bullets sprayed us and those trying to save
themselves in the sea, and then the water turned red as bodies
disappeared beneath the waves.
We were terrified as the ship tilted still more. The deck
surface was smooth and wet, and we could no longer stand upright.
We sat at the edge and held on to the railing. The sea around us
was filled with people struggling and losing their battle to
survive. Escaping the turbulence of the whirlpool was nearly
impossible. The few that managed to get out of the whirlpool were
so weakened that they soon vanished under the churning waters as
well. It was three in the afternoon. The visibility was good, and
we clearly saw the shore. We hoped that someone from shore would
come, perhaps to rescue the Cap Arcona's crew, and we could get
help. Surely they wouldn't ignore their own people, we thought.
The Cap Arcona was tilted about thirty-five degrees into the
water. Our hope of rescue was fast fading. In spite of what
everyone saw happening around us, people were still jumping
overboard, expecting a miracle. Then the explosives on board were
ignited. My brother and I sat holding a railing post between our
legs so as not to slide off the deck. Then flames shot up over
our heads. Fragments of the deck were breaking off after each
bang. The inferno was thorough. We could no longer hang on.
Josek and I stared at one another and looked toward the
shore. I knew that he could not help me, nor could I help him.
Josek could not swim. And he knew that he would never make it,
trying to swim to shore. Each of us had to make his own decision.
I looked at the clear, cold, and hostile sea, and every part of
me shivered. We were rapidly sinking. Few people were left on
deck. The sailors and some SS men were still there. Had they
figured out a way to escape this nightmare? If they had, they did
not share it with us. I looked to the heavens and asked why this
was happening.
It was about four o'clock when I saw David Kot tie a rope to
the ship's railing and slide down into the water. When I looked
down at him, he shouted up, "Come on down! The rope is strong.
Down here we'll have a better chance of being picked up."
I was convinced. But before I decided I thought of my
brother. We had survived so much together. I tried to get Josek
to come with me. I told him that the planes and explosions on the
boat would surely kill us. But Josek, afraid shrugged his
shoulders. I understood his apprehension. "Berek, you go," he
said. "Perhaps you'll get help for us out there. I will stay here
and wait." By then several people were hanging on to the rope,
and more were eying it, believing it to be the miracle escape
route. There was little I could do to persuade my brother. I took
a last look at him, quickly turned my head, and followed Viky
Engel down the rope.
I reached bottom. Seven of us were hanging on to the rope
and bobbing in the water. The water temperature was cold--only
about seven degrees Celsius. My jacket and shoes were soaked and
heavy, and I had to take them off. Viky said that his brother,
Willy, had left the ship some time ago and swum to shore. He
thought that Willy was a good swimmer and that he would make it
if anyone could. Desperate people seeking safety continued to
slide down the rope. It was strong, but all ropes have their
limits. We were nine, and more were coming. When the tenth person
climbed on the rope, it stretched and crackled. "No more!" we
shouted up. "The rope will tear." But there was a stampede on
deck, and people kept sliding down. I knew the rope would not
last much longer. I was wearing trousers, a shirt, and a black
short-sleeved sweater. I took off my trousers and let those go as
well. With them went the kilo of dental gold. Now I had only my
shirt, sweater, and underwear.
People still kept coming and sliding down the rope. With
about fifteen holding on, the rope began to untwist. Then it
snapped and tore. We all plunged down deep into the dark cold
sea. It tumbled and churned, as if we were in a giant washing
machine. I had no air. I struggled, my lungs bursting. Finally I
surfaced and was able to stay up. David Kot was battling the sea.
He couldn't stay on top. He went down, came up thrashing, and
went down again with a gurgling sound. This time he vanished for
good. Four others who had held the rope with me managed to stay
afloat only a few minutes before they too drowned. I knew I would
not get very far if I tried to swim to shore. Flinging my arms
and kicking hard with my feet, I swam back to the ship. There I
could escape the downward pull of the current. Then I moved
along, holding onto the ship's hull, until I managed to reach the
stern. There I held on and watched.
Hundreds of people were fighting death in the heartless cold
waters of the sea. Then suddenly, I saw an object bobbing thirty
meters from the ship. It was a small bit of wood. That gave me a
new determination. I pulled off my sweater, shirt, and underwear.
Naked, mustering all my strength and resolution, I began to swim
for it. Every stroke was a major effort. Once I was outside the
drag of the whirlpool, swimming was easier. When I came close to
the wood, I could see that it was a piece of the ship that had
blown free in an explosion. I grabbed it and held it tightly
under my chest. "We'll both have to make it to shore, or both go
down," I mumbled. "I will not let go of you until you save me."
I alternately kicked with my feet and threw my arms forward.
Hard as I tried, the meter-high waves seemed to pull me up and
down and keep me in the same place. I realized that I lacked the
strength to make it to shore. Then I saw a small boat slicing
slowly through the sea. I thought of changing direction and
swimming into its path to intercept it. I redoubled my efforts. I
stretched and kicked, but in spite of this I fell short. It was a
four-meter boat filled with naked men. I knew it would pass
before I could reach it. I wasn't the only one struggling in the
water. Some were closer to the boat's path. I feared this was the
end. I heard people begging to be picked up. As a man was pulled
up, I waved and yelled to get their attention. "We can't take
anyone. We have no more room! We are full!" they shouted back to
me. But that did not deter me. In a final effort, I lurched,
throwing my arms forward to get a bit closer to them. Then I saw
how low their boat was in the water, just barely above the
waterline. I begged and pleaded with them until I could shout no
more. "It's Bronek, the dentist. Let's try to take him," someone
yelled. The motor slowed, and the boat turned and pushed in my
direction. A minute later a few hands pulled me into the boat. I
slumped down, barely conscious. The naked comrades and the
sunburned fisherman were my archangels. As the little boat slowly
plowed the waters toward the shore, many people were begging to
be picked up. "If we take one more, we'll all go down," the
fisherman cautioned.
The small engine pushed the heavily loaded boat, as the
waves rolled it up and down. The fisherman skillfully manuevered
the boat to avoid capsizing. I sat still, with my head between my
pulled-up knees, and thought of my brother. I had cheated death
once more, but he could not. All hope that the Cap Arcona would
stay afloat was fading.
The fisherman's skillful hands brought the boat slowly into
the shallow waters. "OK," he said and stopped. "You can make it
from here." We struggled to get out. The sun was sinking into the
sea. The Cap Arcona was barely visible. We were naked, cold, and
hungry and feared capture. Was there another camp or, even worse,
another Cap Arcona awaiting us?
Later we learned the results of the gruesome tragedy.
Although the precise number of the drowned will never be known,
the first estimates were that 13,000 people died in the Baltic
Sea that day. Only 1,450, 10 percent of the inmates from
Fürstengrube, Neuengamme, Gross-Rosen, and Stutthof camps,
survived. Although no one can say how many Americans were
captives on the ships, none survived. According to eyewitness
reports, the captain of the Cap Arcona was the first to leave the
ship. Declassified records released by the British Royal Air
Force in 1975 conclusively proved that the ships were indeed sunk
by the RAF. Why is still a mystery.
On January 31, 1947, the captain of the Cap Arcona filed the
following statement:
Captain Heinrich Bertram's Report to the Hamburg-Südamerika
Dampfschiffahrts-Gesellschaft, Hamburg, Holzbrücke.
On February 27, 1945, I took over the command of the 28,000-metric-ton passenger ship Cap Arcona, by the order of the
Hamburg-South America Line, in agreement with the Navy
Department.
From the captain of the Athen I learned that the
transportation of about twelve thousand prisoners from Lübeck had
begun. Most of them were destined to be loaded on the Cap Arcona.
For me it was a matter of course to refuse to accept the
prisoners, since any responsible seaman knows that the risk at
sea of taking on human beings without absolute necessity during
wartime is dangerous enough, especially such masses.
On Thursday, April 26, the SS officer, Sturmbannführer
Gehrig, who was in charge of transport, appeared, accompanied by
an advisory merchant marine captain and an executive Kommando,
consisting of soldiers armed with machine guns. Gehrig had
brought a written order to my attention that called for me to be
shot at once if I further refused to take the prisoners on board.
At this point it became clear to me that even my death would
not prevent the boarding of the prisoners, and so I informed the
SS officer that I categorically renounced any responsibility for
my ship.
Gehrig proceeded to order the transfer of the prisoners from
the Athen to the Cap Arcona. Additional transports arrived from
Lübeck, so that on April 28, 1945, I had a total of about 6,500
prisoners on board in spite of the statement of the merchant
marine officer that the ship was capable of holding a limit of
2,500.
On Sunday, the twenty-ninth of April, I drove to Hamburg to
request release from the order to scuttle the ship in case the
enemy approached. In Hamburg I was told that Count Bernadotte had
just declared that he would take all prisoners except German
nationals. Swedish ships were already on their way, and I should
speedily return to Neustadt.
It is worth mentioning that on Monday, April 30, 1945, the
Athen took 2,000 German prisoners on board that were not supposed
to go to Sweden, so that at the time of the sinking of the Cap
Arcona, only about 4,500 prisoners were on board.
Signed: Heinrich Bertram, former captain of the Cap Arcona
*
Martin Gilbert, the eminent British historian, in his book
The Holocaust describes what happened to those prisoners
who were turned back from the ships:
On May 2, in Lübeck harbor, several hundred Jews who
had been evacuated from Stutthof were taken out in small boats to
be put on board two large ships in the harbor, the Cap Arcona and
the Thielbek. The captains of these ships refused to take them,
however; they already had 7,500 Jews on board. The small boats
were ordered back to the shore. But, as they neared land in the
early hours of May 3, and the starving Jews tried to clamber
ashore, SS men, Hitler Youth and German Marines opened fire on
them with machine guns. More than five hundred were killed. Only
351 survived.
That same day, May 3, the Cap Arcona was attacked by British
aircraft in Lübeck bay. Only a few of the prisoners managed to
save their lives by jumping overboard.
**
*
Joachim Völfer, Cap Arcona: Biographie eines Schiffes
(Herford, Germany: Koehlers Verlagsgesellschaft, 1977), 120-21.
**
Martin Gilbert, The Holocaust: A History of the Jews of Europe
during the Second World War (New York: Holt, Reinhart and
Winston, 1986), 806.
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