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big.37 His tone
moves back and forth between that of a rural landowner, and a boy away from
home rhapsodizing about the delicious cake sent to him.
Finally, in
December 1944 and January 1945, his gifts to her become more practical: a
dynamo flashlight, which he tells her how to use, along with other
emergency equipment; but also a bottle of champagne as well as hard-to-get food
and oil. He asks her to send him his ski boots (for skiing or for
fleeing the advancing Allied armies?).38
Now fearful about the future, he nonetheless speaks of the good
pineapple punch at his quiet New Years Eve dinner at the home of
Richard Baer (Liebehenschels replacement as commandant), pours out his
love with added intensity, along with mounting anxiety (I can only
sincerely implore the Almighty to let me keep our happiness ... to preserve us
for us!). And with the Russians approaching, his main concern is that he
is unable to get through to her by telephone. Now there are suggestions of
death imagery from both sides as he implores (probably in response to her
depressed thoughts): Really, you must not leave me, my all, and
adds, I
almost have to die with love and pain of longing.39 With everything collapsing, he clings to a still
more totalized love and family immersion to buttress his threatened existence.
In a mid-January letter he drifts into a fantasy of future
arrangements, for their rural German home: a consulting room separate from
living quarters so that you are less bothered, the telephone placed
in the hall with an extension line under the bedroom door. While he seems to be
wishing away his plight he is sufficiently focused on it to go into hiding on
24 May, after the surrender, he begins to express my greatest guilt
not to Auschwitz victims but to his wife and children for having led
them into misery and situations of want. Auschwitz is there but
fended off in a claim of moral ignorance: What is it that I have
perpetrated? I do not know. And in early July, from Hamburg, a similar
theme, but now restated to suggest he is being persecuted because of the very
strength of his love: Is it a sin that I love you so much
? Has it
been hubris that I long for you, my all, my life, and that I bound your fate to
mine at any price? In all this at least in what he writes to her
Auschwitz is either ignored or at most is no more than an unfortunate
source of their pain. In his last letter to her, written on 15 July 1945, he
reasserts their love as conquering the death he now anticipates even as that
love displaces conscience: "The essence of our life
a love that
glorifies, understands, knows and overcomes everything.40
In Auschwitz too his family had shielded
him from everything else. He had written in December 1944 that when you
and the little ones were with me in Au[schwitz], one could feel nothing of the
war!41 We can be certain that
war included Auschwitz itself. When enmeshed in family love, that
is, Wirths needed feel nothing of killing. His daughter, whose earliest
memories are of Auschwitz, recalled his playing warmly with the children and
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THE NAZI DOCTORS:
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Genocide Robert J. Lifton ISBN 0-465-09094 ©
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