| A Human Being in an SS
						Uniform: Ernst B.   |  
				    
				   
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					 that the impression was strong enough for B. to embark upon
						a real search. We can say that the illusion (as it probably was) and the dream
						were insistent assertions of Ernst B.s humanity, and of his discomfort
						and guilt at being part of the Auschwitz machinery. In their questioning of his
						personal camp reality (It can't be possible that you stand here 
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						How can you belong to those people? That cant be you), they
						expressed his resistance to succumbing, or at least to succumbing completely,
						to the very Auschwitz mentality he was in the process of
						discovering. At the same time, they charted his transition from ordinary man to
						Auschwitz doctor. 
  His second lesson was the direct confrontation with
						the way in which SS doctors functioned, or what he called the Auschwitz
						system of treatment:   |  
				   
				  
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						The SS doctors 
 supervised the work of the
						  prisoner doctors, 
 mainly 
 seeing that the work was done
						  economically. In other words, the person 
 who cannot be expected to work
						  any longer will be selected for the crematorium. It was a terrible shock to me
						  to see this procedure 
. Each day, whenever one went through the camp, one
						  saw 
 groups that had been sorted out [selected] 
 [and] were waiting
						  for the truck to depart [for the crematorium].   | 
				   
				  
					 Dr. B. made clear to me that these two sets of images (of a
						victimized Simon Cohen swallowed up by the death factory and of groups. of
						inmates who had been selected by his own colleagues and subjected to the same
						fate) were part of a profound psychological shift. The nature of that shift, of
						the Auschwitz transition period, was reflected in his analogy of the
						slaughterhouse (in which one first experiences horror but after a time adapts
						sufficiently to enjoy ones steaks [page 197]). For him as for others,
						heavy drinking was a central element in the process of numbing and usually took
						place at the Officers Club, to which Weber regularly accompanied him,
						introducing him to other officers and above all the 
 doctors with
						whom [he] had to work. Under alcohol, Dr. B. could express doubts about
						Auschwitz to which his drinking partners responded with statements of
						nonresponsibility and resignation (see page 196). The doubts themselves, as he
						explained further, were romantically [melodramatically] overplayed
						(mit Romantik überspielt)  fantasies of escape rather than
						serious moral questioning. When drinking heavily, for instance, I could
						think of nothing other than, How did I come to be here? 
 How can I
						
 go to Switzerland with my wife and four children? Then
						one drank even more toward a state beyond any thought: And
						the next day one was very sober and kind of realized that what one had thought
						about the previous night was in a practical sense impossible. 
  His
						transition was aided by his strong desire to cease being an
						outsider and to become, as soon as possible, an Auschwitz
						insider  a goal   | 
				    
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