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The sounds of Dante’s Inferno invoked through the Jasenovac death camp, the ‘Balkan Auschwitz’ in the Nazi puppet state of Croatia 1941-1945.
“Even the most extraordinary massacres in the darkest era of history would not soil its name— Croatia. Kill, kill, scream the Ustashi against Serbs. And they cut their heads off and throw bodies away into the Sava River which flows slowly and gravely in the direction of Belgrade....................
Neither Fascists nor Nazi have the remotest resemblance to the Ustashi, they are a fauna absolutely extraordinary and strange...”
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An exploration of the depths of the human condition through the lens of extreme torture within the Pitești Prison Experiment — Pitești, Romania, circa 1949-1951.
A document of triumph with the main objective: “to pervert human plurality into a mass of fragmented individuals, to suppress the common world and substitute it with alienation from society, from others, and from oneself.”
Dedicated to all the investigators, informers, prosecutors, prison guards, and everyone who contributed to the human degradation.
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Byelorussia 1941. A kaleidoscope of nightmares. A needle dragged across a phonograph record. Flowers grow best on top of mass graves.
"Now, Dr. Dirlewanger was hardly a good boy. You can't say that. But he was a good soldier, although he had one big mistake: that he didn't know when to stop drinking.”
In an alcohol-fueled frenzy they killed some 40,000 civilians in just a couple of days, raping and hanging the nurses, doctors and the sick in hospitals while singing the song "In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus" (“There is a beer-hall in Munich”) before setting the buildings on fire.
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Majdanek (KZ Lublin), November 1943. Music is playing throughout the camp over loudspeakers to drown out the sounds of mass murder.
I inquired from prisoners who had been there for some time where my colleague had been sent. "Was he sent to the left side?" "Yes," I replied. "Then you can see him there," I was told. "Where?" A hand pointed to the chimney a few hundred yards off, which was sending a column of flame up into the grey sky of Poland. It dissolved into a sinister cloud of smoke. "That's where your friend is, floating up to Heaven,"
The film comes to an end;
the last frame burns to nought
and your dust
swirls and falls through the light beam…
