Showing posts with label holocaust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holocaust. Show all posts

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Approximate numbers of European Jews Murdered by Country

Country Pre-war Jewish Population Estimated Murdered %
Lithuania 250000 245000 98%
Poland 3300000 3000000 91%
Greece 75000 65000 87%
Slovakia 89000 71000 80%
Yugoslavia 78000 60000 77%
Latvia 91500 70000 77%
Netherlands 140000 100000 71%
Hungary 825000 550000 67%
Bohemia/Moravia 118000 78000 66%




Norway 1700 762 45%
Estonia 4500 2000 44%
Romania 609000 270000 44%
Belgium 66000 25000 38%
Soviet Union 3020000 1000000 33%
Luxembourg 3500 1000 29%
Austria 185000 50000 27%
Germany 565000 142000 25%
France 350000 77000 22%
Italy 44500 7500 17%
Denmark 8000 60 1%
Finland 2000 7 0%
Bulgaria 50000 0 0%

Sunday, June 5, 2011

My First Mass Murder

 “What the hell is going on?” asked Davie, his eyes wide open.
Leah had no words.
“Why are they shooting women and children?” he asked, peering through the leaves to double-check his eyes. “Are they shooting women and children?” he demanded.
“Shhh,” said Leah, putting her hand on his shoulder.
“I can’t be quiet … don’t tell me to be quiet,” he said shrugging her off. “Who are those guys? Nazis?”
“No,” answered Leah. “They are …”
“Who?” asked Davie firmly. “Who are they? Gestapo? Russians? What?”
“The men with the white armbands … they’re the Ypatingas Burys,” replied Leah.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

EXTRACT: Ch 38 : Ravi Escape

Ravi stared out at the Mother City and its array of flickering lights. He recognised his reflection in the window, but he didn’t recognise himself. He had mourned for his father, but he had never mourned the loss of his previous self. He never knew why he called himself the Angel of Death to the Nazi. He had never called himself that before. He didn’t know why he had the feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps it was a consequence of the trauma of surviving the unexploded grenade, or the waiting while he lay on top of it, or whether it was something bigger that he just didn’t understand. What he did know, was that there was no such thing as a coincidence and now more than ever he couldn’t stop his heart from missing Shanti.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The book : The Purpose of Killing a Jew - A Lithuanian Love Story

The Purpose of Killing a Jew is the story of forbidden love, secrets and revenge. It is set across three centuries – from the shtetls of Lithuania 1752 through the Panery Forests of the 1940s, it leaps to Buenos Aires of the 1960s and to present day Cape Town and Vilnius. 


It is the story of two souls on a journey to find a place of peace in a world of betrayal, deceit, and despair.Faina is a current resident of Vilnius, Lithuania. At 87 she is one of the only survivors left of the Panery Forest massacre. She has found a diary giving the names and details of the Ypatingas Burys, the violent local gang of thugs and perpetuators of the crimes. And now she is missing. 


The Purpose of Killing a Jew is the first book to explore the role of ordinary Lithuanians in the annihilation of Lithuanian Jews in WW2. Both love story and thriller, it also exposes the anti-Semitic holocaust Obfuscation – a current practice in Lithuania.