The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

their inferiors.
Contacting an ex-Nazi was easier than I expected. Off of
the Stormfront web-site, I discovered the 89-year old writer
of a book entitled “Confessions from Auschwitz” by Bronislaw
Sobieski.
Sobieski became a fascist in 1933, when he was thirteen
years old. His mother was killed on her way to mass by a
neighborhood communist organizer. The police said they
couldn’t prove who did it, but Bronislaw knew it was Anatole
Padereski. The whole neighborhood knew Padereski
had been in love with Ludmilla Sobieski since their days at
the university at Krakow, where she had flirted with him
and Bolshevism. Then she rejected Communism because it
rejected God, and she rejected Anatole because he was an
atheist. She fell into Bruno’s bed because he was a passionate
lover. Their rapturous union produced Bronislaw.
An eternal barb lodged in the soul of Bronislaw that terrible
morning. He would seize any opportunity to avenge
what could not be undone. He was able to kill Jewish mothers
and children with a clear conscience because their deaths
weren’t murder. They were death sentences written in black
bold letters on the pages of history.
“Like the beatitude that read, blessed are those who hunger
and thirst for justice, for they shall be satisfied,” the first
chapter of his book began, and I knew he was my man. Perhaps
he would see in me another mother wronged by an
unbeliever. I e-mailed Sobieski this message: I hunger and I
thirst. Who will slake my deprivation? I included a link to
Shinholter’s web-page. Twenty-four hours later Bronislaw
replied: I will.
He didn’t ask for details. There was no need. He understood
what I needed as only those who are dying of malignant
trauma can understand. Sobieski had a name and a
place—all I had to do was wait. We never met. I have never
seen his face. But I know what he did for me was an act of
retribution in defense of dishonored womanhood. Bronislaw
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