The German general who impregnated three prisoner sisters… and what he did to them afterwards

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The first days we tried to become invisible. We let’s work in silence, let’s keep it head down, avoid looking directly any soldier. But Funsteiner was still watching us. He passed between the rows of women during the morning count and its gaze lingered. It was not a look of vulgar lust, it was something worse. It was a look of property.

One evening, Séverine was called. Two soldiers appeared at the door of our barracks and pronounced his name. She got up slowly, legs trembling and looked in back before exiting. I will not forget never this look. It was a farewell. It was a request for forgiveness. It was pure fear. She returned at dawn. She didn’t say anything.

She simply lying on the board bed and turned his face towards the wall. Aurora has tried to touch her but Séverine curled up as if she had received a shot. I stayed there, sitting on the frozen ground, feeling something die in me. Three weeks later, It was Aurore’s turn. Then mine, I’m not going to describe what happened spent those nights.

Not because it is forbidden or because I’m ashamed, but because there are things which, even after sixty years, are still too heavy to be transformed into words. I would only say this: iner had no need to use violence physical. He used absolute power and that was enough. When I realized that I was pregnant, it was winter. My body was skeletal, my hair had fallen out in clumps but my belly was starting to grow.