This morning, when I checked the stats for my blog, I found that there were many readers who are going to my scrapbookpages.com web pages about the Mauthausen concentration camp. You can follow the link below to my website.
I read a news article today, dated January 19th, 2017 about Mauthausen which you can read here. My photo, shown above, was used in the Gallery section of the news article, but no photo credit was given to me, nor to my website. The link below takes you directly to the Gallery section of the article.
I took the photo above, during a light rain. The photo looks like a painting, but it is not.
Here’s the true story about Mauthausen:
The Mauthausen concentration camp was a Class III camp where prisoners who were classified as “Return undesired” were sent.
It was a punishment camp where the inmates had to do hard time in a rock quarry. Those on the punishment detail had to carry granite boulders up these steep stairs on their backs once a day.
The photo below shows the sign that is on the wall on the left of the photo above.
Here is the translation of the words on the sign:
Prisoners from different nationalities worked here. Under the most primitive safety precaution,they longed for the biggest job performance with big brutality.
There, you even had the best chance to liquidate the prisoners in the fastest way.
With a often over 50 kg heavy stone on the back, in double quick and under constant hits chased around in the quarry the victim soon broke down, to die helpless in any corner of the quarry.
The 186 steps on the “Stairs of Death” in the Mauthausen quarry are not as steep as you might think. They have been redone so that tourists can easily climb up and down them.
The steps are evenly spaced and there are rest stops, one near the bottom and several near the top. There is no handrail, but there is a stone wall on each side for most of the climb.
When I visited the camp, I hired a taxi to take me to the bottom of the stairs, so that I could climb up the stairs. All the other tourists were climbing down the stairs and then back up. I didn’t want to risk climbing down the stairs and falling all the way down.