Poet John Guzlowski Shares The Holocaust Stories Of His Parents

Writer and poet John Guzlowski, author of "Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded", details his parents' experiences in German labor and concentration camps.

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Jens Schlueter John Guzlowski
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my father could not stop talking, a but his experiences and in the concentration camps isn't that, usually we hear that people who are to the Camps, it really have to pry the him from the one announced its, you know I've talked to a lot of a lot of people a lot of survivors and what what I've would have discovered is that generally in the family. They'll be one person who's to storyteller, and he and the other people will be this, the people who don't told a story, it's it's as if each family, chooses a person, to continue that story to tell the story took to move that story from the present into the into the future, and my dad was the person who took on the responsibility he you couldn't get him to stop talking about his experience has been one of the cancer were Christian you know, and with Christian Street in a differently from the Jews in all you know you Nancy concentration camps my father rub, both my parents were, were taken into Germany, by the German smart father was taken in nineteen forty my dad who was a farm boy in in Western Poland, the closest to Germany in the Germans with the Germans we're trying to do was two, was to move polls, that area and then, and free it up for living with what the cold living room for the Germans to move him, and so my father was taken in nineteen forty double controlled concentration camp oh my mother was an Eastern Colon an Eastern Colon, had been, but controlled by the Russians, for the first couple years of the war and then determines invaded that section and one be invaded that section, the gathered up, people like my mother, home, it in terms of word route to Christiansen the juice treated differently my father used to say that that book unfold where he once was not a death camp. He said it was a slow death camp, and and every year about one of four people died because of brutality, start of a shin, two, one one one terrible thing after another and the Paris met, at the end, and, the very end of the war of my father was on the death march away from book uncalled, and, he could and could determine sore guarding him with a full as he was with , walked test another, another ten up when my mother once and , one of the ice, I asked me if I talked to my parents about this stuff all the time, and I said to my father what was it like, when you in mom, Matt Matt, it at the at the door of this concentration camp where she was a prisoner, my father said, first we had something to eat, and then we got married, and I asked my mother about that than she said, no no no let me tell you the real story about what happened, and, her story was whose quite different and one of the won the Mighty One of the pleasures for me in listening to my parents story, I was listening to that, listening to both of their stories and and and it listening to sort of you know good, disorder contradiction the sort of, complexities took the deal offered to the story