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In Calabria, June 1940, Jewish exiles from Europe, escaping the Nazis, begin to arrive at Ferramonti di Tarsia Campo di Concentramento, a site chosen by the Fascist Italian government for its remoteness and inhospitable terrain. The aim: to intern 'enemy aliens' resident in Italy as the country enters WWII.
Over the next three years, Ferramonti will see its population swell to over 3,000 internees, mostly, but not all, Jews from central and eastern Europe. Large contingents arriving via Benghazi and the Danube paddle-steamer Pentcho, will settle in Ferramonti, making it their haven as the war rages and the Nazis commit their atrocities, decimating families left behind.
Little did those internees know that Ferramonti would become their salvation; the barbed wire surrounding the camp would form a protective ring around them. They lost their freedom but ultimately escaped with their lives, thanks to the humane treatment afforded by their Italian captors.
But Ferramonti had a shifting population; some arrived and remained till liberation in September 1943, some departed to other fates, sometimes worse. In this book, you can read the stories of some of those survivors: their lives before, during and after captivity in Italy's largest internment camp, Ferramonti di Tarsia.
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Stories of Survival - Yolanda Ropschitz-Bentham
Stories of Survival
The People of Ferramonti: Then and Now
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Yolanda Ropschitz-Bentham
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Stories of Survival
The People of Ferramonti: Then and Now
by
©2021 Yolanda Ropschitz-Bentham
Published by Texianer Verlag
Tuningen
Germany
www.texianer.com
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All rights reserved
Front cover illustration:
Sephardic style menorah from Spain
By Roylindman at English Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17960934
DEDICATION
To the memory of my big brother Manfred Roxon-Ropschitz (21.7 1950 – 7.11.2021)
He did not suffer fools, gladly or otherwise.
We, his family, mourn his untimely passing.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to thank
• All my contributors, in particular Avner Halevy, for their incredible patience. They wrote the stories, delved into family archives, contacted distant relatives, scanned photos and replied to an endless stream of emails from me. Without them, there would be no book.
• Simonetta Heger for her translation of the story of Sultana Razon Veronesi.
• Prof Mario Rende and Simona Celiberti for their knowledge of Ferramonti and dedication to preserving its memory.
• The very special man, Stephen Engelking, friend and publisher. The stories of Ferramonti have touched him; I hope they do the same for all who read them.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Derby in 1953, Yolanda grew up in West Yorkshire, in the north of England, a region famed for its wild and barren heather-clad landscapes. Her home town was barely a stone’s throw from the windy moors of Haworth, the home of the Bronte sisters. These bleak vistas etched in her a deep and enduring love of nature, heath and moorland.
With an extended family in mainland Europe, USA and Australasia and a multi-lingual father, the love of travel and learning new languages was instilled from an early age along with an enjoyment of amateur dramatics, writing and choral singing. After studying languages at school, then at college in Manchester followed by a stint as an au pair in Geneva, she travelled to Israel where she worked for three years in a multi-national travel agency, firstly in Tel Aviv, then in London and Philadelphia.
In 1979 she returned to academic study, graduating with a BSc (Hons) in Psychology at the University of Bradford in 1982. This led to a period of two years working at the pioneering Caldecott Therapeutic Community in Kent.
In 1984 she relocated to Bristol where she met her husband. They settled in rural Somerset where they established a small holding, raising three children amid ducks, geese, chickens, sheep and apple orchards. It was not quite the Yorkshire moors but was often wild and windy!
In 1992 Yolanda began teaching Psychology, a career which was to span 25 years. In between teaching, raising her family and wild food foraging she turned to writing comic pieces, two of which were featured on BBC Somerset radio.
In recent years, Yolanda has worked as a volunteer presenter on local radio, interviewing guests and delivering her own contributions on a variety of topics.
Following retirement in 2016 Yolanda turned to her late father’s manuscript, Ferramonti.
Researching his autobiographical novel over the next few years led to regular visits to the Ferrramonti di Tarsia camp museum in Calabria. Through these trips she was lucky and honoured to meet former internees from the 1940s and their descendants. This connection, culminating in the publication of her father’s novel, Ferramonti: Salvation behind the barbed wire
, has produced one of the most rewarding periods of her life so far, affording Yolanda cherished opportunities to travel to Italy, Israel and South America. Life stories from former internees have now formed the heart of her second publication which you have before you: Stories of Survival: The People of Ferramonti, Then and Now
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PREFACE
While editing my late father’s book (Ferramonti: Salvation behind the barbed wire) I became so immersed in the life of this extraordinary Campo di Concentramento in Calabria that my interest did not end with the book’s publication in 2020. Instead, it led me to seek out stories from other survivors who might want to share their experiences from those dark times. Some are tales of triumph, others are full of tragedy.
The population of Ferramonti was not static; from June 1940 to its closure in December 1945, internees were arriving and departing all the time. At its fullest, the camp housed around 3,000 internees. This means there are a great many stories still untold.
A few adverts placed on JewishGen resulted in the following accounts; they come from Israel, USA, South America and Europe, written by survivors or their relatives. I am honoured to share their recollections in this book; my role has simply been to edit and let the stories speak for themselves.
Yolanda Ropschitz-Bentham
Somerset, 2021
Contents
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PREFACE
Introduction
Miriam Aflalo
Samuel Avisar (Rewisorski)
Ed and Sultana Berger
Lisa (Lisl) and Henry Bernstein
Ruth Bernstein-Bieber
Maurizio Chotiner
Shlomo and Anna Danziger
Riccardo Ehrman
Isacco Friedmann
Albert Goldfield
Richard and Else Goldstein
Stefan Greiwer
Yehoshua and Shoshana Halevy
Kienwald Family
Zew Kutten
Ernesto and Anny Lazar
Siegfried and Hilda Margoniner
Richard and Hella Mayer
Zvi Neumann and Gita Friedmann
Moszek Paserman and Chana Cukier
Sami (Shalom) Prisant
Sultana Razon Veronesi
David Ropschitz
Amalia and Aron Schöps
Mordechai Schwartz
Yehuda Spiegel
Shlomo and Sara Zelmanovitch
Adolfo (Foffo) Zippel
Introduction
In Calabria, June 1940, Jewish exiles from Europe, escaping the Nazis, begin to arrive at Ferramonti di Tarsia Campo di Concentramento, a site chosen by the Fascist Italian government for its remoteness and inhospitable terrain. The aim: to intern ‘enemy aliens’ resident in Italy as the country enters WWII.
Over the next three years, Ferramonti will see its population swell to over 3,000 internees, mostly, but not all, Jews from central and eastern Europe. Large contingents arriving via Benghazi and the Danube paddle-steamer Pentcho, will settle in Ferramonti, making it their haven as the war rages and the Nazis commit their atrocities, decimating families left behind.
Little did those internees know that Ferramonti would become their salvation; the barbed wire surrounding the camp would form a protective ring around them. They lost their freedom but ultimately escaped with their lives, thanks to the humane treatment afforded by their Italian captors.
But Ferramonti had a shifting population; some arrived and remained till liberation in September 1943, some departed to other fates, sometimes worse. In this book, you can read the stories of some of those survivors: their lives before, during and after captivity in Italy’s largest internment camp, Ferramonti di Tarsia.
Miriam Aflalo
My name is Miriam Aflalo, a native of Slovakia, the only daughter of Bella and Zvi Malinowski. My father immigrated to Eretz Israel in early September 1939 to get a job and a roof over his head. My mother and I were supposed to join him a few months later. Meanwhile, the war broke out and separated us. After hardships and wanderings we found ourselves in Ferramonti camp in southern Italy. I was five years old.
My memories of life in the camp left a mark on me with mixed feelings; sadness, fear, anxiety but also joy, moments of happiness, a feeling of a big and embracing family, protected by my mother and our Pentcho family.
Beyond the camp fence was a spectacular flower field. I loved standing there and happily gazing at the colourful flowers which I longed to pick and give to my mother. One day, bright and springy, I did a daring act and fearlessly passed the guards, who apparently did not notice me, and advanced towards the beautiful space in front of me. Reaching the edge of the field I felt my feet sink. Suddenly I could not move, I could no longer see the flowers, and all my attention was focused on what was happening to me—I was sinking and unable to lift a leg to walk. Today, in retrospect, it is clear to me that my reactive behaviour was the only option a person could choose when in danger—to freeze. Without being able to escape the danger or fight it, I froze physically and mentally. I do not remember how long I froze there in that spot, but at a certain moment a horse appeared in the distance. I did not shout, I was paralysed with terror, but I saw him enter with his horse into the swamp. He approached me and pulled me out. My shoes were left abandoned in the scary mud, and the rider sat me on his horse, sat down behind me and so we entered the camp. Fear thawed and as in fairy tales—so I felt—the princess returned to the palace. I did not bring flowers to my mother, but I will not forget this story for the rest of my life.
In the last months of the war we noticed planes, which emerged from somewhere and bombed the area where the camp was located. Whenever we heard the noise of the planes, my mother urged me to lie down and she joined me. We both lay there hugging, until the noise subsided and we came out of hiding and stood on our feet. One such day I especially remember. A bomb fell in the camp and I found myself walking with my mother, holding hands, as if in a hurry or running away, and along the narrow pathway people flocked in the same direction. It was quiet. No one made a sound. After the noise of the planes, the silence intensified even more. As a child who did not understand what was going on, it was a surreal and unimaginable sight. As we continued we saw more and more people, camp refugees, in a hurry and almost running. We stopped only when we reached a large crowd of people surrounding the square at the end of the pathway. There I saw a corpse lying on the ground and its stomach open. Here, too, as in the swamp, I fell silent, as if I had disconnected from all my emotions. I could not move; I was frozen to the spot. My mother later told me that the victim was the camp watchmaker. When the engines of the planes began to sound, he decided not to hide, and as if in defiance, he went out into the street for fresh air. His wife’s pleas did not help. The result of the attack was the watchmaker was killed and the work area where he would repair the clocks was destroyed.
One day, after the liberation of the camp, we went out with some friends to play. We chose the wide sandy path which led outside the camp limits. Suddenly a military car appeared and stopped in front of us across the path. A uniformed soldier got out of the vehicle, all smiling, and with a hand gesture asked us to cross the path and access it. We were filled with apprehension. We did not move. The soldier took a camera out of his pocket and signalled to us that he wanted to take our picture. We still did not dare to approach. He asked, pleaded, reached out and kept smiling. Hesitantly, but determined, I crossed the path and approached him. He sat down on a mound, invited me to approach and sit on his knee. Meanwhile, another soldier got out of the military vehicle, took the camera in his hands and photographed me sitting on the first soldier’s knee. My friends refused to be photographed.
At the end of the war I was given the photo at one of the Pentcho gatherings we had in the lobby of a hotel, where I met the anonymous soldier who introduced himself to me: David Bromberger by name. He moved me greatly and surprised me when he handed me the photo. The picture, which he gave me when it was enlarged, stands on my desk to this day.
Daily life in Ferramonti
I lived with my mother in one apartment
with another family. The residence was a one-story wooden building with several rooms. Perla, a girl two years younger than me, was the only daughter of the family with us; we played in the afternoon. Before lunch you were busy studying. Yes, I was in first grade where I learned to write Latin letters, and maybe a few words in German, which was my mother tongue. Twice a week, as far as I can remember, I studied ballet. I have a picture, where I am in ballet costume standing with outstretched hands and showing off my white dress.
In the centre of the camp was a bakery; a round structure with a large round oven. There we brought, every Friday, the pot containing khomin, made from dried beans and rice. In general, most of the food we ate in the camp was rice and cabbage. I have a photo where my mother and I are drinking soup on a cold winter’s day.
My mother used to sit for many hours at the table, in the room, playing patience. She was a quiet and pleasant woman, respectful. A good, protective mother. You felt confident. She always used to tie a white ribbon in my hair and dress me in a clean dress and polished shoes. She passed away at the age of 86 and I still have questions I did not ask her. For example, where did the dresses, shoes and shoe polish come from; or how she felt as a lonely woman whose husband was not there in the difficult situations of aliyah? My father emigrated