We discovered that there was camp money in circulation - marks that could be changed. We would receive camp money for our first work commando which was the quarry for sure - a touch of the hardest labour to begin with!
The quarry was called "Steinbuck", and was on the southern side of the hill overlooking the forested undulations of Franconia and Bavaria - the nearest town being Eisenach.
"Steinbuck", would have been a good point to have escaped from had it not been for a close chain of guards. When it was misty and if there were low cloud they doubled the guard - the grey uniforms, Totenkaphen, which consisted of four, foreign S.S., entwining Ukranians! They had formed their own international too which was in the style of the Nazi's of course.
On one off our "off duty", days we followed a black marketeer who convinced us how to get rid of our money. He led us to the rear end of the quarantine camp where we encountered two, poor desolate figures huddled together in a corner. So that's what the money exchange was for - for those "Miserables" still speculating.
One turned out to be grandfather, Michelin and the other an Armenian millionaire. They had both sold crucifixes and other paraphenalia at Lourdes before having received their wages for sin here! This practice was looked at with distaste by the other prisoners. In no time, our black marketeer was spotted and chased and we were warned not to take any heed of him.
On our way back we noticed a prisoner with two buckets full of stones and sand standing fixed on a wooden box. This prisoner had stolen food from his comrades - we now realized what severe punishment could happen if caught in such as act and we quickly learned our lesson.
The quarry was called "Steinbuck", and was on the southern side of the hill overlooking the forested undulations of Franconia and Bavaria - the nearest town being Eisenach.
"Steinbuck", would have been a good point to have escaped from had it not been for a close chain of guards. When it was misty and if there were low cloud they doubled the guard - the grey uniforms, Totenkaphen, which consisted of four, foreign S.S., entwining Ukranians! They had formed their own international too which was in the style of the Nazi's of course.
On one off our "off duty", days we followed a black marketeer who convinced us how to get rid of our money. He led us to the rear end of the quarantine camp where we encountered two, poor desolate figures huddled together in a corner. So that's what the money exchange was for - for those "Miserables" still speculating.
One turned out to be grandfather, Michelin and the other an Armenian millionaire. They had both sold crucifixes and other paraphenalia at Lourdes before having received their wages for sin here! This practice was looked at with distaste by the other prisoners. In no time, our black marketeer was spotted and chased and we were warned not to take any heed of him.
On our way back we noticed a prisoner with two buckets full of stones and sand standing fixed on a wooden box. This prisoner had stolen food from his comrades - we now realized what severe punishment could happen if caught in such as act and we quickly learned our lesson.
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