Anyway, long story short that is the route I decided to go as well.
"In God's Silence" is the fictional story of Christoph Baecker who as a young man is living in Berlin, Germany during World War II and is gay. This over 300 page story was initially inspired when, last known gay Concentration Survivor, Rudolf Brazda died on August 3, 2011 at the age of 92. The first draft started out as an eight page story for a Creative Nonfiction Class I was attending (at Kent State Stark) that at the end of the semester became twelve pages. My teacher than approached me and asked if I had thought about this story as my Honor's Thesis Project and I had to reply "No, I hadn't." This teacher then went on to say that he felt I was onto something and give this topic some thought. Long story short, two years of research, writing and revisions later I have a now published book.
The book is listed as fiction as the characters are all fictionalized but the events are not. Every event has happened to some person somewhere during the horrors of the Holocaust and are painfully yet exquisitely written. If you buy one book this year, this is the book to buy!
"In God's Silence" can be directly ordered from:
http://www.amazon.com/In-Gods-Silence-Charles-Dale/dp/1495438635/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394726670&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=in+god%27s+silence+Dale%2C+Charles
for $15.00 Inscribed copies can be ordered through me also for $15 plus shipping. Checks and money orders only at this time and can be sent to:
Charlie Dale
P.O. Box 347
Canal Fulton, Ohio 44614
I also wanted to include in this post a short introduction teaser to this incredible book....
Chapter One
“In
thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,
Fear
came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.”
Job
4:13-14
It was his heavy falling, slow footsteps
that woke me. His dense feet made gradual
strides across the colorless room. They stopped once, briefly, and moved again
even slower, once more making the inevitable frightening. I was simply petrified. I had every right to be after all these
months imprisoned here. What was it that
brought him to my jail cell so early in the morning? What brought him to my cell at all? If I disgusted him so much why did he visit
nightly and sometimes two or three times a night depending on how much he desired
me. Desired to be near me. Or was it
because he punished me every time he was done with me? That it wasn’t about the
pleasure he took from me or my body, but the violent beatings and the cruel
angry words he would scream at me that gave him his real pleasure?
My existence the last
ten months seemed to have hung on satisfying him every time he came to my cell. Even though his presence shattered my mental
state, it was my decision to give him what he wanted each time he came at me. In
my heart hoping it would delay his brutal treatment of me before his feet left
my cell. I hated him for it, but what
was I to do? Could it be too much to ask
for the life I had before I came here? Was
it too much for him to see me as a man, just like he was? Could it be impossible that I would ever be
seen as his equal?
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