Last Stop Auschwitz: My Story of Survival

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ddy de Wind was a renown psychoanalyst. During the second worldwar he was inprisoned in Auschwitz for 16 months. There, just after the Nazi's left he wrote Last Stop Auschwitz, the only book written in Auschwitz itself.
De Wind was born on 6 February 1916 in The Hague in The Netherlands. He began studying medicine in Leiden. In early 1941 the German occupiers forced the Dutch universities to exclude all Jewish staff and students. De Wind was the last Jewish student to receive his degree. He relocated to Amsterdam to be trained as a psychoanalyst.

In 1943 Eddy de Wind volunteered to work in Westerbork, a transit camp for the deportation of Jews in the east of the Netherlands. From Westerbork inmates were sent on to concentration camps, including Auschwitz. At Westerbork, Eddy met a young Jewish nurse called Friedel. They fell in love and married at the camp. Then, in 1943, they were transported to Auschwitz in a freight train.

Unlike so many people arriving at Auschwitz, they were not killed immediately. But they were separated: Eddy ended up in Block 9, as part of the medical staff, Friedel in Block 10, where sterilization and other medical experiments were conducted by doctors including the notorious Josef Mengele.
Somehow, both Eddy and Friedel survived.
When the Russians approached Auschwitz in the autumn of 1944, the Nazis tried to cover their tracks. They fled, taking with them many prisoners, including Friedel, who were ordered to walk towards Germany.

Eddy hid and remained in the camp; it would take months before the war ended. He joined the Russian liberators. By day, he treated the often very ill survivors the Nazis had left behind and Russian soldiers. In the evenings, having found a pencil and notebook, he began to write with furious energy about his experiences at Auschwitz.
In his traumatized state, he created the character of Hans to be the narrator of his own story. Other than in a few instances, the horror of his experience was still so raw he couldn’t find the words to describe it in the first person.

This is Eddy’s story.