Samuel Pisar's holo fairytale - Survived 3 "death" camps - Escaped gas chamber by claiming he "was there only to wash the floor"

The story is that Saumual survived the "death" camps of Majdanek, Auschwitz and Dachau. That's funny...even Holohoax propagandists achnowledge that both Majdanek and Dachau were not extermination camps. Oh well, let's not spoil Samuel's and the Jew York Times' fun. The Germans tried twice to kill Samuel by putting him in the gas chamber, but Samuel escaped by telling the guard that he was only there to wash the floor.

Samuel Pisar, a Jewish survivor of Majdanek, Auschwitz and Dachau, the Nazi concentration camps.

After Survival, a Journey to Self-Recovery

By STEVEN ERLANGER
The New York Times
Published: July 10, 2009
PARIS

A feral child still lives haunted within him, Samuel Pisar says, and mocks all his fitted suits, lovely furnishings and worldly success.

“The little one with the sunken eyes and shaved head helps a lot,” he said. “He’s very severe with me; he disapproves of so many things; he’s a kind of conscience.”

Mr. Pisar, now 80, an author, consultant and international lawyer, was 10 when his native Poland was swallowed by Hitler and Stalin. He somehow survived the death camps of Majdanek, Auschwitz and Dachau, emerging at 16, hardened and wild, his Polish family gone to ash.

He spent a year and a half with older survivors as a hooligan and black marketeer in the American occupation zone of Germany, living high for revenge, riding a BMW motorcycle, selling Lucky Strikes and used coffee grounds stolen from the kitchens of the American occupying troops, reroasted and repackaged for the Germans.

He was rescued by a French aunt, and with the help of uncles in Australia he slowly created a life, one with extraordinary accomplishments: becoming an adviser on foreign economic policy to John F. Kennedy, whom he met at Harvard, and a confidant to Presidents François Mitterrand and Valéry Giscard d’Estaing of France; establishing himself as a lawyer to movie stars and corporate executives; making lots of money and finding happiness in a family that extends between France and the United States; and becoming a citizen of the United States by an act of Congress.

Mr. Pisar, pressed to confront his carefully hidden demons by his second wife, Judith, and his children, wrote a memoir in 1979, “Of Blood and Hope,” a moving saga of the nearly unspeakable, of survival and self-recovery. “I couldn’t move around any more like a shadow,” he said, “with all these taboos.”

He describes with relative openness how he was “molded to survive in the death camps, but not the Ivy League.” He survived by becoming pitiless and cruel, finding older protectors and ways to seem privileged in a hierarchy of despair, like persuading a prisoner-tailor to refashion a cap so that the stripes on the top perfectly met the stripes on the side. He was condemned to die at least twice, but managed to slip back into the general prison population, once convincing a guard that he was there only to wash the floor.

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