The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

about the pyramids – those heaps of stone that have
endured for centuries after the names of the people for
whom they were built have been forgotten. The Holocaust
is its own homage to itself, a self-sustaining
business monument, for which the Jew is infamous,
that insures the immortality of my participation
though my name be forgotten.
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Bronislaw did not hate the individuals he helped massacre,
no more than the pharaohs hated the stones that formed
their tombs. How many Hebrews died layering the stones
into place was of no consequence; they were the mechanism
to get the job done. Bronislaw wrote of the capos:
I watched them handle the carcasses like cut wood
or stone fencing. Only the destination of these human
building materials was not ascension toward heaven,
but a descent into a deep pit.
Men like Bronislaw come along once in a century, a halfman,
half- animal who survive through force of will. I wondered
how he escaped the Nuremburg witch-hunts, how he
came to America, and how he remained free despite extradition
and the Mossad. Perhaps he had proof of the Communist
atrocities before the war. Every day I expected to see his
name in the headlines, but he remains invisible.
Shinholter’s name made headlines. Three young men, with
shaved heads, strong hands and black boots kidnapped him,
and took him to an unknown location where somebody surgically
removed the muscles from his right leg, foot, and arm
before dumping him at a hospital emergency room. The surgery
had been performed with little anesthesia. Blindfolded
and begging for mercy was the way the hospital staff described
his initial arrival. Crippled for life was the way they
described his prognosis. Dr. Brownislaw Sobieski had done
well.