"Lea del Holocausto", by Alfredo Leuco

January 28, 2019

The new editorial of Alfredo Leuco for "I give my word".

Lea has the number 33.502 tattooed on her arm. The soul is tight when you see that 92-year-old grandmother, that bad-like bad, marked as "it was a cattle." Lea laughs at the wrinkles that line her face and has a tender look.

But he never regained his joy from that day when the Nazi doctor Josef Mengele raised his arm to burn that cursed number: 33,502. Lea said that Mengele had "a hand with toxic spider fingers".

He's the one who experimented with humans as if it were lab rats. He fractured the bones of the skull of the boys, removed the ovaries from the pregnant women, burned alive people to reduce them to ashes. It was the hideous evil disguised as a white suit.

This cursed number inked in ink was the way the Nazis identified their victims and, in the same act, they withdrew their identity. They listed her on a list, a cold figure that robbed her of her human status. That's what Lea has always felt.

Adorers of Adolf Hitler have degraded it to the worst humiliations. Lea saw with her own sad eyes and lived in the flesh, crimes against humanity and the attempt of extermination. She was in the disaster of the Holocaust.

Yesterday, it was 74 years since the Red Army had liberated the Auschwitz concentration camp, the cruelest symbol of fascism, last name of the Third Reich. That is why it was established as International Holocaust Remembrance Day.

In tribute to the victims and survivors like Lea, President Mauricio Macri participates in these moments of the act that takes place at the Chancery.

When Russian troops entered Auschwitz, they could not believe in the extent of barbarism. Primo Levi says the soldiers watched the horror of crematoria, gas chambers, and mountains of stunted corpses. It was a macabre factory of crimes, the industrialization of mbad murder. And Lea was there.

Lea is a survivor of the Holocaust. She could come back from death. Lea was able to escape the perfect machinery designed by the Aryan race, presumably the superior race, which had the responsibility to have materialized the greatest genocide in the history of mankind.

They swept over 6 million Jews and 5 million other minorities such as Roma, communists, homobaduals and even the disabled. This is the result of racial hatred and xenophobia that have been fully expressed. That's why you should never lower your guard, let alone now that these brutal critics have come back to recruit fans around the world.

Karl Theodor Jaspers, a German psychiatrist and philosopher, said that "what happened is a warning, to forget it is a crime." It was possible that all this happened and that it is still possible that it happens again and again. "

Pope Francis, at the Holocaust Museum in Israel, wrote in his guestbook: "With the shame of what man, created in the image and likeness of God, was able to do. With shame that man has become master of evil. With the shame that this man, believing himself in God, sacrificed his brothers. & # 39; Never again! Never again! "

Lea is Polish and confesses that when she feels guilty of being the only member of her family not to die, she remembers that her mission in life is to talk about this mbadive death so that no one do not forget it, so that no one denies it, so never again.

Everyone says Lea but she's called Liza Zajac. She was a little girl when she saw how her mother and little brother in their arms were taken to the gun of the train that was driving them to the gas chamber. "Lea, I ran!" Her mother shouted and she ran to sneak among the crowd of prisoners in striped suits and yellow stars of David in the chest. In one house, she was undressed and shaved.

It was a little girl who could not cry. I just looked at a fixed point and I could not move or talk. She was petrified, deeply moved by her innocence. They took her every day to do hard labor and raise stones, and she became a girlfriend of her companion, the one who was walking by her side. Malka was called.

One day, Malka's shoes broke loose and she stumbled. The Nazi who moved them, pointed his machine gun at him and liquidated it in an instant. Malka was lying on the floor, her eyes open, as if she were asking why?

Lea was lucky in the middle of this immeasurable tragedy. He knew a Russian doctor named Luboff, a prisoner of war, who protected her as if she were his daughter. He found her in the infirmary. Thanks to her and to God, says Lea, she survived.

All this happened in the midst of epidemics of typhus, whooping cough, dysentery, swastika criminal boots that kicked the electricians, cold water jets in the early morning, people reduced to a skeleton 30 kg maximum.

A non-Jewish Austrian recruit definitely saved Leah because she dropped her off the list and replaced a deceased nurse. Leah went through several concentration camps and was able to return to her small town in Poland but no family members were left alive. They had stolen everything. They had taken his house. Lea never wanted to return to Auschwitz and was never encouraged before being accompanied by a group of young students from the ORT school.

They caressed her and held her back as she walked through the land watered by the blood of millions of people and turned into a cemetery of crowds. Even today, he has nightmares with Auschwitz. Even today, her mother's gaze appears with her little brother in her arms who climbs on the train towards the extermination by asphyxiation.

Still today, he wonders if it was a punishment from God or a horrible test that was to happen. After 74 years of release, she still has not found an answer. But Lea is a hurricane of love and humor. I ask him what health problems he has and he responds that he "has general branches". His eyes are tired of using them so much.

Until recently, this loss of vision prevented him from exercising his only addiction: reading history books. He could not study, but he wanted to be a historian. Today, keep reading because it expands the letters of your e-book.

It seems magical to call Liza and read Lea, a person who likes to read a little. He thanks life for his son Hector, his grandchildren and a kind of adoptive girl who plays with a talented friend of the house, Diana Wang.

Never forget that the first piece that he saw arriving in Argentina was "Trees die standing" with Amalia Sánchez Ariño. She is talkative, eloquent to defend her ideas. He's 92, he deserves paradise, but he's out of hell.

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