- Love in the ashes
by Michael Kokkinaris
Ausbitz-Birgenau death campus
The scene unfolds in a female ward of the camp and the scene consists of condominiums, wooden beds separated by a narrow window, from where it enters any 30΄΄the light of a projector that illuminates the scene.
In beds sleeping young women.
Two of the prisoners have their eyes wide open and discuss.
I slept, Ruth, with eyes wide open, and dreamed that Frau Baum lost her whistle and her voice … Ruth … it is not came out!
That is, they forgot us, let us dream!
It’s only us left!
Regardless, at last, for something to count on our misery!
Otherwise, my dear, will never learn what is happiness.
I tasted daily the happiness, Sarah, … touching it with the tips of my fingers, but does not recognize!
I did not know that happiness is a warm piece of bread …
A kiss on the lips …
A smile from Jeri,he I will not see again ever … as I live …
At least you have the time and touched it, lucky!
I will go and will not know how or like … unless it .. Ruth
Do not spelled out …
You are wrong!
Nor can think of?
Listen to me … I do not want to suffer when the time comes!
Death is separation …
A trip to the loneliness of yourself!
Endure the death better, when your eyes do not hug each other, when closed forever!
And don’t feel terror in the freezing cold of your loneliness?
Terror you feel anyway …
But without love death waiting for him to come earlier to escape!
And if you’re wrong?
Sarah, sweetie,is your own life, yours and the death,which having others decide for you …
Choose how you will be die !
I do’nt want to listen you another … I’m terrified!
Got me in a game of mind that no one wins!
Have pity on me, and let me think it might not be that way!
I wish everything was different … but they are not and they can’t make the same things as before … Even though sometimes open the doors of hell and get away from the cold breath of death!
So, without confessing,they have a spark of hope the words that let you escape, my dear Ruth!
“If ever open the doors of hell …” So said …
So I said … It’s true … but deep down I do not think will happen eventually …
All of us will end up on the gas sooner or later …
They do not want witnesses the monsters …
They will not leave behind evidence to trial sometime for crimes that committed.
And finally I leave without a kiss on my lips, alone and desolate, between themselves and desert creatures with nails hammered on wall of the chamber and the gas will be uprooting my guts?
(Turning the palms to her ears)
Shut up … I can not hear all this again and again ..
I took a decision … and what is to happen, let it be …
I love him, Ruth … I loved him from the first day I saw him …
It’s time to show him that …
No need, silly, he show it was a time, looking to find you the look of just coming in factory … and when you are satisfied that there begins to mumble songs of the homeland that we lost!
(With male bass voice)
“Let me lose myself
in color of your eyes!
Let me dream
the taste of your kiss!
Circe, you, the world
that the wave with washed,
ashes to be
and vanish forever!
What if ash to be
and the wind to disperse
away from you,
I’ll be a drop of rain,
to be with you! ”
So, are you saying that the m’agapaei Gideon!
So is not it?
Dear Sarah, love, a landscape of death, no.
There is a thirst for life.
And you’re the water, searching for the Gideon drink to psedipsasei!
Ruth, by trying to confuse?
To try to land, not the pain is unbearable, which will reap your guts!
Have you noticed the men in Fabrica?
What do you mean?
What you get it!
Minimum stay and then disappear to!
Jacques is … us …
Only three months, sweetie … only three months!
Stop, please, I can not s’akouo …
I can not think …
There can not be in fear …
I want to leave, to finish last!
Sarah, calm down and close your eyes finally …
Soon dawn …
The frau Baum, will whisper!
In the same scene as the female wards, with bunk beds, separated by a skylight, while men sleep on beds already opens the left door and enter three andres.Oi two hold the third of the arms that seems to suffer.
The man, who seems to hurt, sits on his bed, while the other two looking for something in their mattresses.
One carries a small bottle and the other lanes cloth that is wrapped in paper.
The first man with the bottle, the Ari Meir, says angrily.
Stupid, burned your hands … If ta’dei the capo, I will send the throttle … is a rule, do not forget!
A through a small cloth Ari gets wet from Main bottle and spreads into the hands of Joseph, who closes his eyes From the pain.
Buried my mother, Ari!
It nailed the body that gave birth to the harpoon to throw in the oven, Ari!
My mother, you hear?
The third man, Jeri Kaminski, unfold the paper, puts the cloth and begins to wrap the hands of Joseph.
Calm down, young man, I was quiet!
He spent now … trying to sleep!
To sleep, Jeri!
No more sleep for me, man!
I put in the oven with my own hands my mother … my mother, brothers!
O Ari sits next to Joseph and catches him From the shoulder.
All buried our mother, our wife, my children, Joseph!
All of us … and sleep there for anybody, Joseph …
Josef raises his head as if he thought something and tells the two men.
Ari, who found the iodine?
And you Jeri, the gauze?
O Gideon, the plumber … well … let’s That takes care of everything!
And where else enters the Gideon, Ari;
And Union Werk, Ari;
You think, maybe bring us any shrapnel Joseph?
If you need …
… Go crazy, Joseph!
Amidst the madness and reason is only a thin thread, Ari Meir!
And this thin thread is broken from time to Virgenau!
What do you mean, brother?
What I understood, Ari, we will design our fleeing from Main slaughterhouse … and those who live!
You mean how to design fast killing us!
So is not it?
Greek, if you mean I’m in!
This can also be a little hope to die standing, than a bullet!
Joseph, few have military training, like you!
They do not know or keep a gun!
Ari, not so fast!
We play with madness, but I’m not insane … or desperate.
I am determined to die with dignity