I’ve written little new of late. Be it posting blogs full of words penned long ago or dabbling in newborn fictional tales of this, that and the other, a uselessness prevails. A tarnished body and brain in unison tend to have that effect. Be it from quill to keyboard my storytelling is in limbo. So instead, I research, and as all writers of historical fiction will understand research is all. Most fact-finding, inevitably, is of a bland yet on occasion useful, bygone timeline of events, yet sometimes, just sometimes one stumbles upon a golden nugget in the form of an eye witness account from days of yore.
Herewith the translated words of one Franz Mawick, a humble man working with the Swiss ‘Red Cross’ mission as a driver speaking of an event that unfolded before his eyes in Nazi occupied Warsaw back in 1942. His account relates to the seizing of young Polish women to be used as sex slaves within Nazi military brothels.
“Uniformed Germans gaze fixedly at women and girls between the ages of 15 and 25
One of the soldiers pulls out a pocket flashlight and shines it on one of the women
Straight into her eyes
Two women turn their pale faces to us, expressing weariness and resignation
The first one is about 30 years old
‘What is this old whore looking for around here?’
One of the three soldiers laughs
‘Bread, sir’, asks the woman
‘A kick in the ass you get, not bread’, answers the soldier
The owner of the flashlight directs the light again on the faces and bodies of girls
The youngest is maybe 15 years old
They open her coat and start groping her with their lustful paws
‘This one is ideal for bed’ he says”
Were it the case that I could travel back in time, were it also not the case a prayer is nought but an impossible wish in disguise I would see to it that that Nazi soldier spoken of here died a brutal death. In fiction I can, and often do, get away with murder. In reality the truth can rip a heart in two.