This is the story of an Australian Jew, named Bernard Holstein, who gets tattooed, claims he was an Auschwitz survivor, and writes a holocaust novel.
The book becomes a best seller. It turns out he never left Australia, and the publishing company has to pull all the books.
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. Unspoiled 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.
In Stolen Soul Holstein talks about how Nazi doctors attempted to prove Aryan superiority by collecting Jewish semen with masturbating machines that often killed their subjects.
But we never gave in, not really; there was that one time just before liberation but other than that we were strong. We would see the boys they put on those masturbating machines just drop, just die, right there in front of us. The absolute cruelty was beyond our belief.
That they could do these things to us, that human beings were doing it to other human beings… and we would hobble back to camp with painfully swollen scrotums whimpering: “Don’t bump me! Please, just don’t touch me!”
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.
Adding credibility to Holstein is that his book Stolen Soul was distributed by the University of Western Australia Press.
Basically Earnst Zundel was murdered because he refused to believe this..