White,
bright and endless white covers everything…
Somewhere
in Poland – December 1951
A
heavy blizzard falls announcing the arrival of yet another terrible
winter.
Something
moves slowly far ahead, it is a tall pale man who wears an elegant bluish suit
and a scarf. He is walking right towards a hill that is covered by snowy trees
and mist.
The
man is determined to get to the top of the hill, he holds two wooden boxes, one
with each hand.
The
box at his right is long and thin and made of clear wood.
The
box at his left is tall and think and made of darker wood.
He
moves onward.
The
cold wind blows strong as if was the breath of a terrible frozen beast
The
man looks up to the gray skies and tries to find the sun.
He
remembers…
A
tall and thin man is seen from behind wearing a stripped uniform, he holds a
pickaxe and hits a pile of marble rocks that are in front of him.
The
hill seems higher than ever before
The
man in the stripped uniform lifts the pickaxe high, his hands are bloody, his
spirit, weary.
The
trees along the hill seem to be spectators to the agony of those who try to get
to the top, spectators who whisper and dream of generations past, of revenges
and terrible mankind acts.
The
man in the stripped uniform falls to the ground bruising his knees and bleeding
too. A shadow comes from behind and covers his whole aching body.
The
man in the bluish suit gets to the top of the hill – finally – and, from there
he sees a little town with no more than fifteen little houses that have several
Christmas ornaments.
He
then proceeds to open the box at his left and grabs a Mennorah and a kippah.
He
lights up the twelve candles, wears the kippah and prays in absolute silence.
He
then opens the second box, the box at his right and grabs a riffle, a long
American Springfield rifle with an M73 scope.
He
lies down and aims at one of the little houses and through the window he sees a
family together around a Christmas tree.
There
are two blonde children, a blond woman and a tall white bold man.
The
shadow behind the stripped uniform man is Fredrick Hellstrom, an SS officer.
The
tall white bold man at the living room is Fredrick Hellstrom a former SS
officer.
The
shooter pulls up his right arm’s sleeve and sees a tattoo that is permanently
attached to his body “230385”
He
loads the gun, aims to the head and breathes…
The
time had finally arrived.
The time had finally arrived, auf wiedersehen.
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