26-04-2009, 20:48
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תמונות של שבויים פולנים בחיפה ומתנדב גרמני בעמאן
בתגובה להודעה מספר 1 שנכתבה על ידי esamaha שמתחילה ב "שאלה: מתנדבים זרים (אירופים) לטובת הערבים במלחמת העצמאות"
באשכול הזה
אשכול הכבד הזה (זהירות, עמוס בתמונות) תמצא דיון קצר על הרמן פון-פירסט מתנדב נאצי בשירות צבא ההצלה.
הספר המצויין באשכול (מקהיר לדמשק) מכיל ראיון עם פון-פירסט
(הטקסט המלא כאן)
"Tonight I'm having supper with Said Abdullah Hafb," he
said "His real name" he laughed "is Herbert von Furst!"
When we arrived at the tavern-restaurant, I found a hand-
some, blond, blue-eyed German sitting before a bottle of
cognac. Behind his chair was a pair of crutches. Cognac glass
in one hand, he stretched out the other in greeting:
"Join me for supper/' he said loudly. "Solid food disagrees
with me."
A Jewish bullet had caught von Furst, and his leg had been
amputated.
"My bad luck was when the Jews didn't shoot me in the
head. Believe me, I'm finished with these Arabs. I hate it
here. I was a hero when I was fighting from Jaffa to Jerusalem
for them, but now that I'm a cripple they tell me to " He
paused. "When they took me to the hospital for a blood trans-
fusion I wouldn't let them put Arab blood in me. I asked for
American, English, French, any Aryan blood. They had to
take me to another hospital and I almost died on the way; but
I have all Aryan blood in me now. Those Arabs fixed me in
another way. They stole my suitcase. I had gold and jewelry of
all kinds which I had taken from Jews. They stole everything
the thieves!"
He swallowed another cognac. Stefan was matching him,
glass for glass.
"There is nothing for me to do. I must drink. I leave the
government hospital at 10.30 a,m. I put my foot in one
restaurant, then another. I drink and I smoke, drink, and
smoke again. Again and again. But I will change/' he con-
fided, "when I get married."
"Who is the girl?" I asked.
"The daughter of a very rich, high Syrian official. I do not
want to marry, but I must. I don't want to walk on a cratch
the rest of my life. I want a new leg, which is very expensive.
My father-in-law has promised to buy me one, so that when I
marry I will have a new leg, a wife, money, a house, a job."
"What kind of a job?"
"Training Syrians. Til train them in everything from
bomb-making to artillery-bombing. My job is waiting. I will
get 560 liras a month/'
"Stefan told me that the Grand Mufti had helped you
escape," I said.
"Ahh, yes. I know the Mufti very well. He cried when he
saw I had lost my leg. He is not rich. He is personally very
honest, but the men around him are crooks. Maybe he will
give me the ten thousand liras [about $3,500] he has promised
me for my marriage. Just yesterday he gave me two thousand
liras."
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נערך לאחרונה ע"י salak בתאריך 26-04-2009 בשעה 20:56.
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