Stolen Soul, pages 132-133
Set Stage: Holstein escaped from Auschwitz twice. This scene has him hiding in a cave with his two friends.
I opened my eyes; the wolves were back, coming in through the entrance to the cave. One went straight to the cubs; she had something in her mouth. The other came towards us, growling softly, until he was directly in front of us. We cowered back into one another. Suddenly with an almighty heave, the wolf vomited. I stared in horror, recoiling.
“I think he wants us to eat that,” said Erhardt.
“What! Are you nuts?” exclaimed Mikhail. “Are you going to eat that slime?” he turned to me.
“I don’t know, I am so hungry.”
“Yeuch!” I reached over and picked up a bit. It was slimy but not foul or smelly. I put it in my mouth.
“Well?” asked Erhardt.
“It’s fine, it doesn’t have a different taste to anything really. Try it. At least it’s food.”
“How can this happen?” wondered Erhardt as he took a mouthful. “Do you think that God has provided this for us?”
“Mikhail, try it. It’s not bad at all. It’s not even sandy even though the wolf vomited it up on the sand.”
Gingerly, he reached out and ate what the wolf had deposited for us.
“What has God got in store for us?” asked Erhardt suddenly, “is he saving us for something special or just looking out for us?”
“Look at the wolf,” said Mikhail suddenly. The wolf was standing at the cave entrance, looking at us and making small noises. “Okay, farm boy, what now?”
I laughed, “I think he wants us to go with him. Maybe he wants us out of his cave.”
“Let’s follow him and see what happens,” suggested Erhardt.
We followed that wolf to a small stream where we drank. The water was fresh and pure, being one of the numerous streams that form in the mountains from melting snow and run in rivulets down to the valley. Unspoilt by human interference there is no purer water in the entire world. We put our faces in the stream, feeling the cold refreshing water washing away all the dirt and pain of the last few years.
I watched it all as though from afar, could see myself drinking at that stream, laughing with Erhardt and Mikhail,and all the while the wolf sat silently and patiently beside us. I saw his eyes, deep and dark and vanished into them once more.
Holstein, Erhardt and Mikhail then go back to the cave and the wolf pack. They sleep and then awaken to find the wolves gone.
These poor children survived life threatening Nazi masturbating machines at Auschwitz . They then discover a compassion and sensitivity in a pack of wolves not exhibited by their Nazi guards. It makes a person want to cry.
It’s really a shame Holstein was exposed as a fraud because he captures the horror of Auschwitz so beautifully — and within the madness of the Holocaust finds redemption in a pack of wolves.
This book was actually published
Adding credibility to Holstein is that his book Stolen Souls was distributed by the University of Western Australia Press.
Basically Ernst Zündel was in jail because he refused to believe stories such as this one.
Author: Jakob Skunkola
Edited by k0nsl.