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John Corsellis
2008, Cambridge: photograph by Matt Kirwan, UK Press Photographer
John Corsellis
1945, Austria: oil painting by refugee artist Frederik Jerina
photograph by Matt Kirwan, UK Press Photographer
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S L O V E N I A N
P H O E N I X
by John Corsellis
INTRODUCTION
Today's million and three quarter Yugoslav refugees were not
the first from that country.
Already in 1945 thousands fled
the Communist take-over and escaped into Austria and Italy.
20,000 were committed Catholics and democrats from Slovenia,
then the northernmost province of Yugoslavia.
11,000 of them
were in uniform. They were sent back, forcibly repatriated, by
the British Army three weeks later and killed by the
Communists.
6,000 were civilians, who were also due to be sent back,
escaped the fate of their soldier relatives with a few hours to
spare.
This book describes their extraordinary courage: how
they recovered with astonishing speed from a devastating double
trauma, picked themselves up, dusted themselves down and got on
with living: how they created a community life of outstanding
quality, educationally, culturally and socially, in the camps
where they survived for the next three years; and how they
resisted rigorous and increasing pressure to accept "voluntary
repatriation", and eventually emigrated to North and South
America, mostly under a scheme they themselves initiated.
The story is remarkably well documented. Two diaries cover the
period: one written by a 38-year old social insurance clerk who
fled with his wife and two small children, the other written
from the contrasting view-point, of the people running the
camps - the British Army, the Red Cross and Quaker relief
workers,
and
UNRRA,
the
United
Nations
Relief
and
Rehabilitation Administration.
The latter diary is of
particular relevance for today because of its portrayal of, and
critical comments on, UNRRA.
This was of course the first
agency to operate in the name of the United Nations, and was
the precursor of the Office of the UN High Commissioner for
Refugees, which leads today's humanitarian effort for refugees
all over the world.
The first diarist was Franc Pernisek. I remember him well. He
was tall and lightly built with a thin face and a Harold
Macmillan moustache. He held himself stiff and upright with a
formal manner, took life very seriously and seldom smiled, but
when he did it was with a shy and engaging warmth.
He now
lives in retirement in Argentina, a widower with his daughter,
son and seven grand-children nearby.
I was the second diarist.
the country.
The young king and ministers escaped to London
and established a government-in-exile, while a Colonel Draza
Mihailovic of the Royal Yugoslav Army led armed resistance at
home. The Soviet Union was at the time allied to Germany, so
that the Yugoslav Communists denounced the Allies' fight
against the Germans as an imperialist war. Three months later
the Germans invaded Russia and the Yugoslav Communists executed
an about-turn, denounced the Germans and started their own
resistance movement.
The two resistances, Communist and
Royalist, were soon engaged in a bitter civil war.
Britain had to decide which side to support. The dilemma was
described by Professor Foot, army officer turned Oxford
historian1 . He wrote that Britain was committed by the Atlantic
Charter to the policy that, once Nazism had been broken, people
should be free to choose the form of government they wanted:
but at the same time was determined, if rival movements existed
in an occupied country, to back whichever showed the greater
promise of throwing the enemy out fast. At the time, he added,
it was far from clear that to take the second line might simply
be to substitute one tyranny with another; and also that wars
were not necessarily two-sided affairs, 'us' against 'them',
but were often polygonal, citing Spain after 1936 and the
German and Russian invasions of Poland in 1939. He continued:
Yugoslavia provides a still more intricate example of
a many-sided war: Croatia was set up as an
independent state, under the dictatorship of Ante
Pavelic and his Ustashe, who were inclined to
massacre anybody they could catch who was not both
Croat by race and Roman Catholic by religion...
The rest of Yugoslav territory was divided up between
four neighbour powers - Germany, Italy, Bulgaria and
Hungary.
Within it, and in Croatia as well, there
emerged two rival guerrilla organisations: Chetniks,
owing allegiance to the exiled king and his
government, and Partisans, run - under the cover that
it was a national army of liberation - by the
Comintern.
Chetniks and Partisans seldom cooperated, and might shoot each other up; neither had
much use for Italians or Germans, except for periods
of local understanding at times of crisis; neither
cared for Hungarians or Bulgars.
Britain's response was to attach liaison missions, first to the
Chetniks alone and later to both sides.
British military
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12
P A R T
F L I G H T
C H A P T E R
4 - 12 May 1945
. the
militia.,
National
Guard,
Homeguard
14
or
Slovene
anti-communist
catholic
hurry.
The chetniks picked us up as promised and we loaded
the lorry in a hurry and were off. At Trzic we had
to wait four hours, and then went forward very slowly
as the road was blocked. Deafening explosions around
us sounded like the day of judgement, and soldiers
were throwing away weapons and ammunition into the
deep stream.
In a nearby rivulet there were great
heaps of abandoned weapons, ammunition boxes and
other military equipment.
At three we reached St. Ana near Ljubelj.
The
Germans were in a terrible hurry and pushed everyone
out of their way and we had to wait.
Slowly the
stream of fleeing soldiers and people became less and
we were able to drive through the tunnel into
Carinthia.
There were two ways of reaching Austria: by a tunnel through
the Karawanken mountains or a steep road over them, the 1,543
metre high Ljubelj or Loibl pass.
The 2 km long tunnel
was
being dug on Hitler's orders to give his panzer divisions
speedier access to the Adriatic. The giant civil engineering
firm Universale was using slave labour from the notorious
concentration camp of Mauthausen - French, Polish, Russian,
Belgian, Italian and Yugoslavs.
In May 1945 the tunnel was unfinished but passable, and was
indeed first used by the panzer divisions
in the opposite
direction to the one intended.
Today it carries tens of
thousands of German and Austrian tourists to the luxury ski
resort of Zelenica.
Andre Lacaze, in his memorable book The
Tunnel 9 , describes the sufferings of the slave workers, the
brutality of the SS and the obstinate refusal of the now
prosperous firm of Universale to pay any compensation to the
few surviving former slaves.
Pernisek continues with his account:
We reached the inn at Podrid and met with refugees
who were returning and reported there were partisans
at the Borovlje bridge who had captured some of our
people. Shattering news, the women and children were
crying, we were thunderstruck.
More and more
refugees returned with the same story.
As we knew
nothing about the next part of the road or the
distances, we returned to Ljubelj and St. Ana.
9
19
on
So the road is now open, but not the way through the
tunnel or over Ljubelj.
Young SS men with loaded
guns are standing around the mouth of the tunnel and
only letting their own troops through. In a way this
German retreat is something majestic: although beaten
and humiliated, they are retreating in the best order
and discipline.
We wait half-dead on the mound around the church,
ready for the order to go.
The sun scorches
fiercely.
Our souls are filled with darkness and
bitterness although everyone tries to bear his pain
bravely. No one swears or grumbles; one hears rather
words of acceptance of God's will and prayers for
God's help.
We are left totally to ourselves,
without any organised leadership.
We keep on waiting and waiting, but around eight in
the evening our convoy of carts is ready to move.
Our men look at the SS guards threateningly and
approach them nearer and nearer.
Some domobranci
arrive, take in the situation, take their guns from
their shoulders and make ready to fire. The Germans
see the seriousness of their situation and the
officer in charge orders the civilians to be let
through.
The convoy starts to move, escorted by
domobranci.
The road winds steeply uphill in
serpentine bends of varying severity.
The horses
whinny, the carts groan, all the men push the carts
to help the beasts which have difficulty climbing the
hill.
St. Ana now lies far below and the whole valley is
lit up by a huge conflagration: the concentration
camp at Ljubelj is on fire.
We are overcome by
horror at the sight of the dark red flames and their
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the
.
.
14
.
led by
13
life
under
the
there were more crowds who didn't know each other but
had the same destination: wherever life was safe.
Suddenly we were in the middle of a column of German
soldiers, cars, tanks and carts mixed up with
civilian refugees; the defeated army was in a hurry
and insisted on priority and we were forced off the
road. The soldiers looked in scorn at our oxen and
asked how far we were going with them. Grandpa still
spoke a little German, as an Austro-Hungarian soldier
of World War I. Now we could only move at night and
the further we went, the greater the throng of
refugees.
Suddenly I heard, "Daddy is coming!" He'd caught up
with us on his bicycle, a full rucksack on his back,
not far from Bernik, northwest of Ljubljana where the
airport is now.
We passed many sites of fires and
everywhere it smelt of burning, and we often had to
ask the houses that were still standing for water for
the beasts and ourselves.
Most had pity on us, but
some felt our flight was unnecessary.
The nearer the frontier the greater the crowds on the
road. At that time it was still not metalled, which
was fortunate as our beasts certainly couldn't have
managed asphalt as they were accustomed to stones and
mountain tracks. Pauses for rest were impossible as
everyone moved forward periodically and we wouldn't
have been able to rejoin the column. Then the whole
mass got stuck, with our wagon in the middle, and we
were terrified when we heard shots from behind and
from the hills.
People seized anything they could
carry from the wagons and rushed up the hill towards
the Karawanken, and I was told to hold on tight to a
member of the family.
So a lot of fully loaded
wagons were stranded on the southern side of Loibl
and later taken over by pursuing partisans or the
locals.
The valley grew narrower, the path steeper.
As we
approached the entrance to the tunnel, which had been
dug by Mauthausen concentration camp prisoners, a
munitions truck caught fire and exploded with a
deafening report which terrified everyone. At first
civilians weren't allowed through, and many decided
to take the track over the pass. A few turned back
and were captured by the partisans, and later sent to
prison or executed.
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difficulties.
It's difficult to
with metal-bound wooden wheels and
the old Loiblstrasse and over
gradients of up to 25%, continually
and only a hand-brake.
imagine, a wagon
a span of oxen on
the pass, with
up and down hill,
The tunnel was even more terrifying for the Bajuks - Bozidar
and Cilka and their four boys, the youngest only 18 months old,
and Bozidar's sister, his mother and 60 year old father. They
left home with one bicycle and two prams on the 6th May, the
day after the Perniseks.
Bozidar was a teacher of Latin and
Greek, his father "Director Marko" a headmaster and former
inspector of schools. They walked, got lifts on farm carts and
with a German army lorry-driver and finally improvised their
own transport by taking over an abandoned horse and cart.
Bozidar continues:
We reached the tunnel entrance.
Lord, what crowds
and chaos, what traffic!
Tanks, carts, cars,
lorries, people on horseback, columns of soldiers,
people on foot, civilian refugees, all swarming
forward, pushing their way towards the tunnel - the
soldiers, specially the Germans, screaming while the
refugees were silent, thoughtful, worried. We spent
all next day, the 11th, on the level ground in front
of the entrance, where there was pandemonium, people
growing more and more neurotic, the crowd thicker and
thicker. Every now and then they'd come and tell us
we'd soon be moving through, but it never happened.
Planes circled overhead and people grew panicky. On
top of mental trauma we suffered the most acute
physical discomfort. Starving and out in the intense
heat, our bodily strength was totally exhausted, and
I had to go up and down the hill for water and fodder
for the horse.
We lit a new fire and the women sat around on planks
of wood, sheltering under blankets with the children
on their laps. Soon we were all nerves again. Time
to be off - but only a few metres closer to the
entrance, and then more hours staring into the black
hole which grinned at us in the glow of the fire
opposite.
Columns of tanks, lorries, artillery and
men on foot passed us. Father baked a few potatoes.
We were terrified at the thought of another night in
the open and stood wearily in columns, exhausted,
hungry, sleepless, cold, waiting to move through the
tunnel which now loomed like some mythical monster,
pitch dark without any lights (someone had cut the
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hungry.
I got out matches, lit up the ground and
found we were in a field with very young corn.
We
made a simple camp, left little Andrej sleeping in
his pram, settled on the ground at one end of the
cart and tied the horse to the other end.
In contrast Majda Vracko, then 16, remembers the flight almost
like an extended school excursion.
It is her father whom I
remember vividly, Edvard Vracko, short, with a sharp nose and
three days' growth of beard - razor blades were in short supply
- highly articulate, energetic and aggressive. He was to play
a prominent and controversial role within the Slovenian
community. Majda recalls:
I lived in Ljubljana with my family, the oldest of
six children.
My father was a judge in the appeal
court and openly against communism, so when it looked
like the British were not going to come right away,
but after a week or two, everybody thought it best
that people who were outspokenly against should hide
away for the interregnum. My mother and father were
debating because she had had an operation in March
and was sick afterwards and so couldn't go: and my
two younger sisters were four and five years old.
That was difficult. But they thought it best for my
father to go, because you never know what people will
do.
Then I decided very bravely to go with my father, and
my mother said right away, "wonderful, go.
I'll
worry much less about him if he has at least somebody
with him."
So she packed a rucksack and put all
kinds of things in, and I took pyjamas out and a few
other things, saying, "Mother, why do you do that?
I'm not going to need that.
We're going to sleep
outside, probably close around here somewhere in some
woods, and then we'll come back." And the only thing
I took was food, and that was good because we really
didn't get any till we reached Vetrinje.
The Vrackos left Ljubljana a day after the Perniseks, on the
Sunday, delaying their departure still more to attend mass:
First it was just the two of us, then a friend
decided to go and she'd a friend, a boy who was
blind, and she asked if he could come, and on the way
five or six different people joined us.
Three were
law students who knew my father, one the son of a
judge who also knew him, and another was a friend who
was alone and said, "can I come with you?" and
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. St. Ana
34
41
Captain Nigel Nicolson 17 , it was "a sight one had not seen since
the early films of the Gold Rush", for the British Red Cross
nurse, Jane Balding 18 "like some fantastic film" and for two
Friends' Ambulance Unit officials from London HQ 19 :
A quite astonishing camp. .. A fantastic shanty-town
built of bark, branches and every conceivable
material.
It resembled nothing so much as Epsom
Downs on Derby Day and presented a frightening
picture of dirt and disease from the outside. Inside
however, the camp was remarkably well-kept by the
refugees themselves, most of whom seemed to be
engaged industriously in building, cooking, laundry
or some similar occupation.
I was more prosaic in the letter-diary 20 I sent my mother:
The camp is on the edge of a wide plain and consists
of a large field surrounded on three sides by small
streams and further large fields and then rapidly
climbing pine-covered hills on one side, the latter
developing into quite respectable mountains. On one
side also is a large and attractive monastery planned
round three courtyards, and beyond that up a hill a
textile factory which during the war was turned into
an aero-engine parts factory and is now occupied by
some 600 of the refugees - mainly women and children.
Most live in the open in the field, using for shelter
what material they can find - some have tents made
from sacking, gas capes, overcoats and blankets, some
have shacks made of wood and bark, some live in their
carts with material stretched over the top.
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C H A P T E R
13 - 27 May 1945
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objectors!
Recently I spoke with a refugee who after fifty
years still remembered her devoted work and kindness with the
greatest affection and gratitude.
My diary entry on Viktring
started:
When I arrived they all had their horses inside the camp,
and as there were over 400 you can imagine what the
ground was like. They of course always got the best
accommodation: some had even roofs made of boards.
When it was dry things weren't too bad, but this
district is particularly liable to sudden storms with
heavy rain, and then the place was liable to become a
sea of mud. We've now got them out of the camp, in
long lines in the shade of an avenue of trees just
along a stream: they are very impressive - all
organised and done entirely by the Slovenes after we
had suggested it rather strongly: they cut and
carried the wood from the local woods and for the
first 200 horses used wire instead of nails24 .
The British workers number four: two Red Cross women, a
Canadian Major i/c and myself.
One Red Cross woman
is a parson's sister and a mixture of North Country
and Irish, has a biggish heart but is pretty
impossible in every other way - very full of herself
and how she does things, with a nurses's outlook etc,
etc, but the other is Scotch, has imagination and
ability and should be easy to work with.
The Red Cross Assistant Commissioner described her in
memoirs as "an excellent girl, Scotch and exuberant".
continued:
his
I
much older than myself, but also all the workers are
unpaid so that one has to be very careful how much
pressure one puts on to avoid them simply downing
tools!
It occurs to me that I have hardly mentioned the end of
the European war. I think many people in Italy were
more moved by the Italian armistice, which was a
close and immediate thing to them, than by the
general
surrender.
Probably
the
general
international political position is more depressing
out here than at home, so many of the frightful
problems are posed to us so vividly here: the future
of the Chetniks, the Germans from Yugoslavia, the
Russians who fought for the Germans, of Austria and
of Germany, of Poland, of Trieste, of the stateless
persons.
The last four lines referred in a veiled way to the forcible
repatriations.
I avoided mentioning them in so many words,
from a reluctance to distress my mother and fear of the censor.
As
and
the
out
any
25
force
27
May.
Troops, battalions and regiments
formed in the army section of the camp.
are
being
18th May.
The food situation for us refugees is getting
worse.
Many are starving, especially those from
Dolenjska.
22nd & 23rd May. Life continues much the same every day.
We have weddings and births and church services.
School has started, with around 400 school-age
59
One
The
Ljubljana
and
spiritual
. in north-east Italy
76
77
C H A P T E R
78
So the Macek sisters and Majda Vracko's brother were sent back
with ten thousand of their fellow Slovenes because they trusted
the British, while Gloria Bratina's brothers escaped because
their families preferred to trust their own suspicions.
What has the Army made of the episode?
It speaks with two
voices: one of officialdom, the other of decency and integrity.
General Sir William Jackson speaks for officialdom in the 1988
official history of the Mediterranean campaigns.
He writes,
"the outcome was entirely satisfactory to the Allied side".
Nigel
Nicolson,
distinguished
author,
publisher,
former
Conservative
MP
and
wartime
Grenadier
Guards
officer,
represents decency and integrity. He protested unsuccessfully
in 1945.
He also protested direct to General Jackson because
he was so shocked by his "cynical observation", but "failed to
elicit a word of pity or remorse."
He then wrote in a
newspaper article:
These were three weeks that should live in infamy. It was
one of the most disgraceful operations British
soldiers have ever been ordered to undertake.
The
editors [of the official history] should feel
ashamed. They say it was a political decision and no
business of theirs to pass judgement.
Politicians
have maintained it was primarily the concern of the
military.
It was the responsibility of both.
This brutal act was
committed
knowing
its
probable
consequences.
Compassion was overridden. For a momentary advantage
(but what?) and a desire to placate Stalin and Tito,
a major betrayal was deliberately organised.
The
passing of nearly half a century should not excuse us
from investigating who was responsible, and why. 38
Captain Nicolson, if anyone, was entitled to challenge the
official response because it was he, as brigade intelligence
officer of the 1st Guards Brigade of 5th Corps of 8th Army, who
had to transmit the orders to the troops and coordinate their
execution. The facts were concealed from the public for forty
years and it was not until 1986 that they were exhaustively
documented by Count Nikolai Tolstoy in his brilliant but
controversial book "The Minister and the Massacres", after his
earlier highly praised and uncontroversial "Victims of Yalta"
which dealt only with the forcible repatriation of the
Cossacks.
In the autumn of 1989 the forcible repatriations were the
38
41
. ibid. p.41
. Tolstoy, op. cit., p.133
43
. ibid., p.156.
Information to Tolstoy from
M.S.Stankovic, then serving with Colonel Tatalovic's staff
44
. Quoted by Tolstoy, op. cit, p. 147
42
81
Mr
. ibid., p. 133
82
There I told
handing the
the morning together with Colonel Bitenc and two members of the
Slovene National Council (SNC) to find out definitely where the
transports were going. At Brigade HQ a captain told them they
were going to Palmanova in Italy, a base half way between Udine
and the sea. The four then went on to Division HQ, where after
a wait of three hours an officer again told Krenner the
transports were going to Palmanova, but could not answer
Krenner's objections that the bridges were down on the only
route there was via Rosenbach.
The delegation returned to
Viktring and still did nothing to warn the domobranci.
On Tuesday 29 May Dr Basaj, President of the SNC, was able to
speak with General Keightley himself to find out what was going
on.
Keightley indignantly denied that handovers had occurred
and threatened with severe punishment anyone spreading such
rumours.
Drcar, for his part, went on bicycle to check on his own, and
found out from a railway worker and some local residents that
the British really were handing the domobranci over to the
partisans both at Rosenbach and at the nearby station of St
Helena.
He returned and reported that the trains were
definitely going to Yugoslavia. The answer of Krenner and the
other staff officers was that in that case the men must be
being driven across Yugoslav territory via Lake Bohinj to
Italy, or otherwise via Villach to Italy. Colonel Bitenc added
that the SNC knew for a fact the British were driving them to
Italy and anyone spreading panic rumours should be locked up or
dealt with more harshly. The same day a domobranec lieutenant,
Otmar Sprah, returned with a Serb woman and reported they had
succeeded in escaping from the British handover, but his
evidence was rejected on the grounds that he was an unreliable
witness.
On Wednesday 30 May Drcar took a Captain Tomic with him to
Rosenbach, where a partisan confirmed the British were handing
the men over to Tito's troops. They hurried back to the camp,
arriving around midday.
Krenner had also sent his chauffeur
Franc Sega to Bleiburg, and he confirmed that Bleiburg was
swarming with partisans who were taking delivery of the men.
Drcar and Tomic returned with Sega and then Dr Janez turned up
and the four of them reported to a meeting of the SNC in
Klagenfurt.
All the members of the SNC were still highly
sceptical and only the combined testimony of the witnesses, and
in particular that of Dr Janez, finally convinced them.
Eventually the SNC decided to send a delegation to the camp to
warn the domobranci who were about to be returned and any
accompanying civilian refugees that all the transports were
going to Yugoslavia, and not to Italy.
90
53
went out to 5th corps near lake for permit for Benzil Ben 54
nice chatty time
collected BB on way to camp
delivered same at MI Room
took WYM round camp
ashamed to pass my OR [other ranks] friends
militia
almost gone from camp, camp in state think they've
gone back to Tito
Red + resigning in body unless
they get low-down
Thursday 31 May
very unhappy atmosphere in camp
much
silent weeping
persistent rumours of militia being
disarmed & sent back to Tito
must get position
clear
tea with ORs
managed to lose WYM
went
later in morn to civil hosp:
very inefficient, went
to Unterbergen in afternoon to Mat[ernity] hosp:
lovely spot shown every corner by doctors
seem very
genuine food very bad
returned to camp
civilians
to be removed tomorrow
left Major B. to find out
where & why
13 to supper
very successful
workers seem almost over anxious to please
Florence
P. sharing my house
hopes to work in camp
good
The Pernisek diary:
Thursday 31st May. Today we celebrate the Feast of Corpus
Christi. Our hearts are crushed, our souls sorrowful
unto death.
We suffered a terrible night: at the
moment when we are commemorating the greatest mystery
of our holy faith, the English are loading the last
lads onto their trucks.
Poor lads, what terrible
fate are they approaching! In the middle of the holy
mass which was celebrated in the castle courtyard by
Rev Canon Dr Tomaz Klinar it started to rain, and it
continued to rain during the modest procession.
For us today the Feast is not a day of joy. For us the
instant consists of the feelings of Our Lord and his
disciples on the holy evening when they went to the
Mount of Olives for His death. Oh Lord, this moment
we can well understand Your cry: "My soul is
sorrowful even unto death."
You had nobody on this
earth to help You, Your Father's Will was inexorable.
What happened to the domobranci might happen any
minute to us all.
We have no more friends on this
earth!
They have all abandoned us in our most
difficult hour.
Stay with us at least You, Lord:
stay with us in our hour of death!
54
. benzil
scabies
benzoate,
an
ointment
93
for
the
treatment
of
or
three
men
..
came
back
56
to
warn
their
fellow
countrymen
and
the
British
officers
what
was
happening .. we sent these people to the higher
headquarters, right up to the General, General
Keightley, commanding Fifth Corps, but either he
didn't believe them or else he thought that the
necessity to carry out the orders he was given from
further up were dominant.57
The repatriation of the civilians, on the other hand, was
halted after only half an hour of telephone conversations.
Why? Something must have happened behind the scenes. What, is
explained by two previously unpublished documents, one a report
from
John
Rose
and
Peter
Gibson,
senior
visiting
representatives of the Friends Ambulance Unit to their London
HQ in July 1945, and the other the memoirs of John Selby-Bigge,
the British Red Cross Assistant Commissioner for Civilian
Relief in Austria. Rose and Gibson reported: 58
Military Government (MG) has a DP Branch whose chief is Lt
Col Dufour. Dufour is a very good personal friend of
Selby-Bigge so that cooperation between BRCS and MG
on displaced person matters is excellent. .. BRCS/FAU
workers were on the territory several days ahead of
MG. .. During this period the untried relief workers
in the section won their spurs. ..
Intervention by BRC/FAU succeeded in remedying a serious
official blunder and a grave injustice. .. Pearson59
and Miss Couper 60 promptly collected evidence and saw
Selby-Bigge.
As a result, Selby-Bigge and Pearson
went to HQ 8th Army where they saw the Head of MG and
the Army Chief of Staff. The General was shocked by
the evidence and forthwith issued instructions that
no DPs were to be repatriated against their will.
For obvious reasons this story should be treated as highly
confidential, but it is an excellent example of
successful intervention by voluntary societies to
effect a highly desirable change in official policy.
The greatest credit is due to Pearson for the way in
which he took the matter up.
BRC RELATIONS
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97
FAU
report,
probably
written
by
David
Pearson,
.
Report
dated
13.6.45
Friends
Ambulance
Unit
Mediterranean Area: Relief Work in Austria: First Reports, p.5,
from FAU archives.
62
. voluntary society and UNRRA personnel were given
orientation at this centre just outside Cairo before going into
the field
98
congested,
5th
Corps
loaded
the
refugees,
irrespective of nation-ality or category, into trucks
and dumped them over the Italian frontier. This was
done without any notice to HQ, either in Italy or
Austria, and caused considerable confusion and
hardship.
A
67
70
. Nikolai Tolstoy,
(London, 1986), pp.297-8.
The
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Minister
and
the
Massacres,
9.
The language skills of the relief workers.
This enabled
them to listen to the refugees and learn what was happening.
10. The training, experience and dedication of the relief
workers.
This led the army to respect their professionalism
and listen to their protests.
11. The humanity of the officers at army HQ. This led them to
recognise the strength of the case put by the two junior
civilians, Selby-Bigge and Pearson, and recommend it to their
immediate superiors.
12. The efficiency of the army administration. This allowed the
protest to move up the line of command fast enough for the
order to be cancelled in time to save the civilians.
13. The army's flexibility and informality.
This led to its
commander being prepared to listen to junior civilians.
14. The enlightened army policy of accepting civilian workers
in a war zone during and immediately after hostilities.
The
workers introduced a restraining civilian conscience into a
situation otherwise totally dominated by military expediency.
The policy also made possible the relationship of mutual
confidence and friendship between the civilian Selby-Bigge and
the officers Benson and Dufour, resulting from their previous
close and prolonged collaboration in opening and running
refugee camps in Italy.
Selby-Bigge's comments on the army illustrate the last four
points: 'from the desert days it had been a privileged army,
with a frankness of speech and a lack of formality which in no
way impaired its discipline.
Moreover it was remarkable that
long years of fighting had not brutalised them.
They would
flood to hear classical music or opera.'
The refugees, although told on the Thursday that the
repatriations would not be taking place, remained fearful until
the following Monday when Field Marshal Alexander visited
Viktring. The Balding diary:
Monday 4 June
The day
went to camp early
rumour that
F.M. Alexander is in Klagenfurt & coming to camp
later
told he was not coming
he arrived as we
decided to go home to lunch
stood with Major B. to
see him go past
he stopped & got out of car to
shake hands
talked for about 10 minutes
shook
hands
again filmed an' all, I felt better
immediately full of beans in fact, troops moved out
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110
C H A P T E R
5 - 29 June 1945
The teachers were obliged to prepare the scripta for all the
subjects, write down Latin and Greek lessons and texts, compose
mathematical problems, etc.
All this required enormous work,
and it was specially difficult because all the members of the
teaching board lived under tents.
Majda Vracko, then a 16 year old pupil in the secondary school, recalls:
I had many friends at Viktring, the ones we were going over the
Loiblpass with, and we were meeting with them; also school
friends, friends from the family, and the director of my school,
Dr Bajuk. That made me feel very good because he said, "Don't
worry, we won't waste an hour: we'll start with school right
now" and he started it. We were meeting outside on the grass of
the monastery in a corner, and when we were there in 1989 we
visited that corner and it's still the same.
We were meeting
very regularly and each day there was another new professor that
came from somewhere, so that we had quite a good selection. At
the school lessons of course there were no books, no note-books,
but we had every major subject covered from the languages to
even geography, history and stuff like that.
What I also thought was very nice, they said this would continue, when
they were starting to talk about splitting people 77 which caused
a lot of trouble: my father was helping with that and people
were saying, "Why did you send me here? Everybody goes there".
It wasn't easy to do that, yet it had to be done.
One criterion was that families with older schoolchildren and the
gimnazija should all go to Lienz. What made me feel very good
was that at least people I knew who also were in school would
all be together, so it didn't sound like the whole world would
end.
Because when we left we didn't know anybody, but after
being together for two months through really difficult times you
realised that this was all we had, friends.
And if they took
that away!
Nigel Nicolson and Major Barre both remarked on the overriding priority the
Slovenes devoted to education. Joze Jancar, my Italian-speaking interpreter,
has described a meeting he attended with three of his fellow refugees. The
Dr Blatnik he referred to was one of the many Salesian priests at Viktring:
while the others devoted themselves to their traditional activities of youth
welfare and school teaching he had a finger in many pies. He was a man of
mystery, proud of having been held by Mussolini in the notorious Regina Coeli
jail in Rome and always hinting at secret connections and surrounded by an
aura of intrigue - more Jesuit than Salesian. He combined half-time teaching
in the secondary school with managing camp printing and publishing and
editing the camp newssheet and numerous other publications.
Joze Jancar
recalls:
Mersol, Blatnik, Bajuk and I met one evening, because during the day
we were busy, and started to talk about school and they said,
"what would be best?" I said, "the best thing would be you talk
with Corsellis; he's the man to help us" because Bajuk had said,
"look, there are kids around the fields, we need a school". So
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you met Mersol, Bajuk and others, and that was the beginning of
the secondary school.
The infant and primary schools had
started earlier.
Psychologically this was terribly important
for the children, for the families, for the youngsters, for the
teachers and the leaders because they felt, "alright, we've lost
everything, let's get back a little".
And this was very
successful.
They smuggled teaching materials already, because people were going
illegally to Ljubljana.
And already in Viktring numbers of
people came back with rucksacks of books. They also got a lot
from Gorizia 78 and Klagenfurt - stories for the children, because
they have a Slovene primary school in Carinthia.
Majda Vracko described the school as experienced by a 16 year old girl. Tinc
Mersol now gives a picture of Director Bajuk and camp life seen through the
eyes of an 11 year old boy.
He was the youngest of Dr Mersol's four
children, who all attended the secondary school.
He is today a highly
successful surgeon in Ohio with six children and numerous grandchildren:
Prof Bajuk was a short portly man with a goatee beard.
He'd had a
habit even in Ljubljana of walking into classes and popping
surprise questions in Latin at the younger boys and in Greek at
the older ones. It was standard practice to have a spy keeping
a look-out on the hall and when Dr Bajuk was on the rampage he'd
yell, "Hannibal ante portas".
The old abbey in Viktring was surrounded by a U-shaped moat which had
a real treasure trove on one outer side. It was an ammunition
and weapons depot with rather inadequate fencing, absolutely
irresistible to any 11 year old.
A whole group of us would
sneak in there and steal ammunition, the bigger the better.
There were flat doughnut-shaped rings of mortar-propellant as
well as machine-gun and small cannon ammo. All the shells could
be wedged open and the powder used for fun. To really bug the
British we learned how to shoot the mortars. All you had to do
was pop a shell into the hills and the British would play their
sirens, roar away in their trucks and be generally annoyed and
ineffective.
Food was very scarce even for the Austrian civilians and there was a
brisk barter and black market trade going.
We were quite
hungry.
I remember being near the British mess where they'd
just had roast beef and were clearing the scraps into the
garbage; I tried to take some, and the generous British cook
yelled and chased me away with a meat cleaver.
The water in Viktring was not the greatest and there was a great deal
of diarrhoea going around. Dad had brought some medicines with
him and he'd give us drops of opium to control the cramps but it
didn't help much.
A lot of very dignified older folks were
caught short and on any walk you could see the sudden Viktring
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My letter-diary:
Wednesday 20th June.
I now divide my day between three activities:
hygiene and sanitation and two English classes at the 6,000
Slovene camp and work of a general nature in a 700 person "enemy
national" refugee camp in the town itself.
The wide variety of responsibility and work is very useful to me
personally, showing what kinds of situation I am competent to
handle and where I am a failure. Also coming across such a wide
selection of types is instructive - British army officers and
ORs, BRC and FAU, Austrian officials and refugees, Jewish and
Slovene refugees from town and country.
So
*
*
*
*
*
*
Dr Joze Jagodic ranked second in the hierarchy of the refugee clergy after
Bishop Rozman. He reappears periodically in this narrative, but I give his
His
tragic family history now, as it epitomises that of the Slovenes 80 .
father started as a tailor, but by the time Joze, his fifth child, was born
he had built up a small-holding. This began with just one cow, to which he
added a horse, a couple of piglets and some chickens, and then a second horse
to deal with the milk round. His family grew, eventually to nine children six boys and three girls.
The partisans shot the eldest daughter's husband already in 1942, in front of
his wife and children.
The eldest son, after a chequered youth, became a
communist agitator and was imprisoned in the 1920s and then released; he
joined the partisans in 1941 and the Germans took him as a hostage and killed
him early in 1942. The second son (married and with ten children) and the
fourth son joined the domobranci, were forcibly repatriated from Viktring and
killed by the partisans. The fifth son spent nine years in prison during and
after the war, held by the Italians, Germans and his own people successively;
while the sixth and youngest joined the partisans, reached the rank of major
80
.
Mons.
Dr.
Joze
(Klagenfurt, 1974), passim.
Jagodic,
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Mojega
Zivljenja
Tek,
and survived the war, only to shoot himself and his wife three years later in
a crime passionel. So of the six sons, two joined the partisans, three were
killed by them and one fled from them to become a permanent exile, together
with one of his sisters.
My letter-diary:
Friday 23rd June.
Many thanks for further Listeners arrived and
Harold Nicolson's 81 novel, and letters with a lovely lot of news.
About voting, I gather it is very doubtful if our postal forms
will be through in time owing to some muddle in London.
So
could you very kindly vote for me - I nominated you on my proxy
form. If it is a straight fight between conservatives and some
other party, will you please vote for that other party.
If a
three- or more-cornered contest, for whichever party seems most
likely to beat the conservatives.
The Army paper here is
reprinting all the broadcast speeches and they make interesting
reading. What did you think of Churchill's first effort? Such
people as I heard discussing it said this intemperance would do
his cause more harm than good, and certainly his very wild
remarks about the opposition "forcing" the election roused a lot
of avoidable hostility to him.
The Pernisek diary:
Thursday 29th June. Between the 25th and the 29th June the camp was
evacuated and the field cleared.
2,600 people from Gorenjska
and Ljubljana went to the largest and so the central Slovene
camp at Lienz in East Tyrol: 1,600 from Dolenska and Notranjska
to Spittal on the Drau: 600 from the surroundings of Ljubljana
to St. Veit on the Glina; and 400 people, some from Ljubljana
and its suburbs, to Judenburg.
The Feast of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul.
This morning we
gathered for the last time in the venerable church of Our Lady
of Victories, which was always open to us during the terrible
months of May and June.
*At your feet, O Mother, we wept inconsolably, before you we poured
out our grief and suffering and through you we besought the help
and consolation of your dear Son Jesus. In this church we came
to find peace for our souls and in our mortal fear besought the
Lord have mercy on us and spare us. Goodbye, dear Mother, thank
you for all your care. Wherever we are, we'll not forget you,
Mary the Victorious. We don't know what is in front of us, but
we trust in the power of your intercession. Be with us in our
journey through the desert into the promised land!
Goodbye,
venerable church!
Here for eight hundred years, you probably
never saw more sorrow and suffering, or more fervent prayers
uttered, than during the last two months.
You saw us off
handsomely, you were our parish church.
Here we grew through
suffering and prayer towards greater maturity.*
They put us on wagons.
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the men hid axes among their belongings so as to open the train
carriage doors should there be any sign we were heading for
Today is the second anniversary of when I was
"Palmanova" 82 .
rounded up in an Italian army raid and taken to the barracks in
Ljubljana.
Thank God I was not sent on to an Italian
concentration camp. Today I'm again sitting in a lorry and we
are driving to our new home in a real camp.
The ride is
interesting and not tiring, past Woerthersee on the way to
Villach, which is terribly laid waste. We are getting anxious,
waiting to see in which direction we will now turn. Not to the
right, not to the left, but straight towards Spittal, passing a
camp where some Slovenes are already settled.
It's by the
roadside and the barracks are quite pleasant to look at, but we
don't like the high barbed-wire fencing.
At Oberdrauburg we stop and stretch our legs, the sky clears and we
can see the majestic Dolomites around Lienz. The soldiers tell
us we are approaching the town.
We are driven through
Tyroletoerl.
At the beautiful village of Doelsach the valley
suddenly opens up, and at Nussdorf we turn from the main road
onto a side road. We then reach our destination, the "city of
barracks" in Peggetz near Lienz.
82
.
The town in Italy where the British army said the
Slovenes were going, when in fact they sent them back to
Yugoslavia.
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P A R T
C A M P
L I F E
C H A P T E R
occupied this spot before us. The English loaded them by force
onto trucks and took them to the Russian zone near Vienna and,
as the people resisted, used their weapons to carry out their
sad commission.
We had lived through our own tragedy unaware
that in many places similar and greater injustices were being
repeated against the helpless refugees who had escaped from the
Russian armies and their communist allies.
We
with epilogue 1995) The Last Secret (London, Andre Deutsch &
Penguin) and Tolstoy Nikolai (1977) Victims of Yalta (London,
Hodder & Stoughton).
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him, and by the time she was released was half paralysed.
were privileged to live with real heroes.
We
which could easily have been sad, wretched and hopeless, were on
the contrary very happy.
The author of these words was installed Archbishop and Metropolitan in
Ljubljana on 6 April 1997.
Rode's predecessor in 1945, the exiled Bishop Gregorij Rozman, visited the
Slovenes as soon as they arrived in Lienz. His former chancellor, Monsignor
Dr Joze Jagodic, recorded 84 :
Sunday 1 July. Bishop Rozman came and celebrated mass for the Feast
of Christ's Blessed Blood and delivered a deeply moving sermon
to an immense throng of Slovenes in the open air between the
barracks.
There were around 3,000, including a number of
Croats.
A week later I also reached the camp, and wrote home:
Sunday 8th July. I've transferred from one end of the British zone to
the other. The Slovenes are being sent to four camps. As there
were already FAU men in the three main centres they were going
to, I thought I'd lost "my Slovenes" and was feeling
disappointed. But I had a pleasant surprise. David Pearson, our
chief in Austria, decided on a swap round of personnel and I've
now found myself at Lienz (where half the Slovenes have been
sent) together with another FAU man, who's had no previous
experience in camps but wide interests and enough drive.
Before leaving Klagenfurt I handed over my job at the Austrian refugee
camp to a man supposed till then to have been browned off for
lack of work. I was talking solidly for four hours covering the
small amount that had been done and the pile that could be done!
My last afternoon was cheering as the director showed signs of
bucking up, having seen the Burgermeister to hurry up urgent
roofing repair without any prompting.
The journey to Lienz was lovely - along the valley of the river Drau,
past the enormous Woerthersee lake which was a popular Austrian
holiday resort and along the winding river flanked by impressive
mountain ranges, ending up in the Lienz valley dominated by the
Dolomites.
On a hot afternoon the mountains have the hard
brilliance of the hills in the Riviera, but on cooler days they
produce superbly soft colours and we often have glorious skies.
The work may be wearing but it certainly has its compensations,
living in some of the finest tourist country of Austria.
The position in the camp is delicate and complex. It holds 3,500, and
has over 4,400 and so is somewhat overcrowded!
1,600 are
Russians and Yugoslavs who were here before the Slovenes arrived
and thus occupy all the jobs in the office, kitchens, stores and
workshops.
Then arrived the 2,500 Slovenes, who had virtually
run their own camp at Viktring.
The camp director 85 is not
84
. Major A.E.Richards.
. King Alexander I, born 1888, succeeded to throne 1921,
killed by a Croat assassin 1934.
89
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After Mass Bishop Rozman headed a long procession which wound its way
through the village and the fields, and the parishioners carried
the statues of the saints from the church. The mayor, very tall
and of imposing appearance, carried the large banner himself, no
small feat in such a wind. The women walked behind the statue
of St Anne, wearing Tyrolean national costumes, black dresses,
silk aprons of vivid green or blue and black, low round hats
with large black bows and ribbons reaching the ground.
It's
simple, but very elegant and beautiful, and the women wear it
for church services on Sundays and Feastdays.
The girls line up behind the statue of Our Lady. Their costumes are
beautiful, long black dresses and blue or green silk aprons,
bareheaded, with braided plaits adorned with small white
garlands wound round their heads.
The younger children and
teenagers follow the statue of the Guardian Angel.
The town
band also wear traditional Tyrolean costume, black suede leather
short trousers held up by green embroidered braces, long woollen
stockings and black boots, white shirts and large silk neckscarves.
Around their thighs they have wide leather belts
decorated with multicoloured small leather ornaments and on top
of it all coarse woollen cloth jackets with vivid coloured
borders and on their heads tall cone-shaped black hats with
curved feathers.
Four field altars were erected along the route, where the Bishop
blessed the people four times with the Most Blessed Sacrament,
as during the Corpus Christi procession, and Slovene priests
from different camps assisted.
Such a procession in the
beautiful mountain setting is majestic and colourful, and the
people were most devout, with no chatter to be heard but only
deeply experienced prayers. There were few men as they haven't
yet returned from the war fronts. I also missed bell-ringing as
the military had confiscated all the church bells, and only the
smallest bell is heard, little better than a death knell.
Dr Rozman was the most eminent of the Slovenes to escape to Austria,
and was hated and pursued by the Belgrade government as a
leading anti-communist and alleged collaborator.
The British
held him under house arrest in Klagenfurt from August 1945 while
considering a demand for his extradition as a war criminal.
They decided not to, and in November 1947 he moved secretly to
Salzburg in the American zone of Austria, and then to
Switzerland and the USA.
He was a controversial figure and
Father Kozina has described how hurt he was when in 1950 his
request to see the Pope privately was declined.
He spent his
remaining eleven years as a "wandering missionary and bishop"
based on Cleveland, Ohio, the centre with the strongest
concentration of Slovene immigrants in the States.
Pernisek put schools high on the list of the Slovenes' priorities on arrival
at Lienz, and Director Marko Bajuk, appointed already in Viktring by the
Slovene National Committee as educational supremo, recalls the progress that
was made:
No sooner did we organise ourselves at Viktring than there came a
bomb-shell, we had to move! ... We were able to continue with
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2.
HISTORY.
The school began spontaneously, under the lead of Dr
Marko Bajuk, at Viktring during June 1945, and consisted of
Slovene boys and girls who had been in attendance at
intermediate
(British
terminology,
secondary)
schools
in
Ljubljana. Most of these pupils were soon after removed to the
Lienz camp, where the school has been continued.
Practically
all the pupils are Slovene, and without exception they are Roman
Catholic.
3.
.
duplicated
seven-page
report
headed
Headquarters
Military Government Land Kaernten Ref: MGK/3870/DP, signed Baty
(Deputy Controller, Education Nr., Allied Comm. for Austria)
and dated 12 August 1945, Studia Slovenica archive, LjubljanaSentvid.
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5.
BOOKS.
From the nature of the circumstances in which these
Slovenes left their homes, they have almost no books. In most
subjects the teachers have to prepare texts, or to copy the one
existing text-book on a duplicating machine with which they have
provided themselves.
This imposes immense extra work on the
staff, whose conditions are already difficult.
Apart from the
class-teaching difficulties, the absence of a library will very
soon prove a basic defect to staff and pupils alike. They are
living on capital from a pedagogical point of view. At present
they are living on capital in an educational sense.
If their
background of culture is to be maintained, this cannot last.
6.
The report then appraised five lessons. Two were by Dr Bozidar Bajuk, one of
the headmaster's sons and "evidently a good scholar and a teacher above the
average". A Greek grammar lesson for boys aged 14 - 15 reached "a standard,
for the age concerned, I have no hesitation in saying higher than will at
present be found in Greek classes in most English secondary schools in which
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Greek is taught"; while in a Latin lesson on Livy for ten boys and two girls
aged about 18, the "reading of the Latin (very wisely insisted upon) showed
an excellent grade of the sense as well as an appreciation of quantity".
The third, geography, lesson for fifteen boys and seven girls was taken by Mr
Max Sah and was "exemplary in its attention and its manners"; while Dr
Zudenigo, the only Croat teacher, took the last two, Italian, lessons which
were "very lively and responsive classes". The report continued:
Time
a)
b)
c)
d)
7.
a)
b)
c)
40
20
d)
8.
9.
1.
MISCELLANEOUS.
The camp choir, assembled at short notice, gave a delightful
recital of Slovene songs.
The camp produces a daily news-sheet in Slovene.
There are roughly the following university students in the camp
whose courses have been broken off short, and for whom, in the
absence of tutors and books, nothing can be done at present:
law
30 medicine
humanities, vet science and others
3 agriculture
A number of intending teachers are among the pupils of the 8th
(top) class. On completion of the normal school year they will
continue to study, taking the theory and practice of teaching in
an intensive course.
GENERAL CONCLUSIONS.
This school is maintaining, under very
great difficulties, the best traditions of European education
and culture.
In the circumstances the venture can fairly be
called heroic, and deserves all possible recognition and
support.
The kindness and helpfulness of the camp commandant
and of his FAU workers made the inspector's visit a pleasure:
and the courtesy and appreciation shown by the Slovenes is a
high testimonial to their work and understanding.
The
recommendations involving action are given below.
RECOMMENDATIONS.
That military government should exercise the privilege which its
responsibilities for DPs confer, and should recognise this as a
secondary school.
This would involve the issue, under the
authority of MG, of certificates in accordance with Jugoslav
practice at, at any rate, the following levels:
a) Abiturienten, or Reifepruefung [maturity exam] which corresponds
roughly to higher certificate, and is essential for those going
on to universities, whether in Italy, in Austria or elsewhere.
This would be awarded on the examinations now about to be held.
b) Lehrerbildungspruefung [teacher training exam] to enable those
senior pupils, mostly girls, who are combining "sixth-form" work
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3.
4.
5.
All the recommendations were carried out. The one exception was Dr Blatnik's
visit to Rome, which was overtaken by events.
It had been included as a
result of intensive lobbying on my part, after I had been approached already
in Viktring by the powerful team of Bajuk himself, Dr Mersol, who was
previously lecturer in the medical faculty of Ljubljana University, Dr
Blatnik, a senior Catholic priest specialising in youth welfare and former
gimnazija director, and Joze Jancar, medical student and spokesman for the
university students. Jancar recalls:
Mersol was saying, "what about the university students?" and I said,
"look, I think the first priority should be kids.
The
university students have plenty of time until October but the
kids need school now." "But for the university students, what
about books and whatnot?" We discussed that and I said, "look,
ask Corsellis.
He might be organising something".
The chap
Blatnik said, "we have to have a list of the students first".
He was a very good organiser, he had the names. Next morning he
said, would I talk to you?
So we started: I was mentioning
Italy and you were very enthusiastic. But I said Mersol and I
are holding the students back for later.
It was not easy to do anything for them.
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separate zones occupied by the British, French, Americans and Russians, and
it was easier to travel to Italy, illegally across the poorly guarded
frontier, than to the other three zones.
The only universities were in
Innsbruck, Vienna and Graz, the first two of which were in the French and
Russian zones, and the third in a part of the British zone the Russians had
occupied and showed no signs of leaving.
So that only left Italy.
Joze
Opara recalls:
This was a marvellous time.
In July I went black [illegally], over
the hills, to Italy to find out about university, to Padua. I
spoke with the Pro-Rector, we were talking in Latin, and he
said, "yes, come, we'll accept you."
This was for me
personally, I was going on my own. I'd no mandate from anybody
else. But where to get finance?
Several students crossed illegally on their own to see if study at Padua or
Bologna was possible. Joze Jancar was different. He travelled on behalf of
all the students. He recalled the background in conversation with me:
When
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political
and
am I?"
They were Italian partisans!
And, "da dove siete?"
[where are you from] and "oh God! what shall I say now?"
I
mumbled something and said, "I'm searching for my colleagues.
They must be somewhere in this area".
"come to our
headquarters: we've names", and we stopped suddenly and I said I
had to go to the loo and, my gosh, I went where nobody could
catch me! They waited a while, then somebody was shouting, "oh,
leave him!"
I got to Padua and saw Father Preseren 93 , the Slovene chief of Jesuits
there, and I said, "could you arrange me an interview with the
University Director?" "I might with the Secretary, but not with
the Director".
I said, "look.
Secretary's no good", and
explained and he said, "you are daring, aren't you!" and I said,
"look, this is vital.
Either I have the answer or we're in
trouble for a year.
Because I don't know what's happening in
Graz".
And he said, "all right.
I'll explain to him.
I'll
ring him personally".
So he rang and the chap said I could see him tomorrow.
I was as I
was, and I apologised: he said, "did you travel by .. ?"
He
knew. I said, "I went over the mountains", and he said, "where
were you studying?"
"Ljubljana".
"Oh, Provincia Ljubljana.
Have you any documents?" "Yes. I've four indexes", university
records of completed studies.
He looked at them.
"This is
exactly what I want. I'll accept all your qualifications, and
anybody else who studied in Ljubljana University".
God!
I
nearly jumped through the window with joy and went off to
Preseren who said, "tt, tt, tt, I can't believe it, because he's
God Almighty, you know!"
So anyway I came back, and it was a very arduous walk, actually harder
because I was getting exhausted and afraid all the time. Next
morning you were surprised when I was reporting to you, and you
said, "now we move", and started to organise things.
While Jancar and I were exploring the Italian connection, an alternative
solution was being put forward by some of the older Slovenes - Pernisek, the
social insurance worker and diary writer, Mavric, a public auditor and
businessman, and Dr Puc, who was running the school clinic and teaching
hygiene in the school - as recalled by Mark Sfiligoi, at the time 19 years
old and one of the 21 students who passed their school-leaving exams in Lienz
in September and were poised for university:
Pernisek, Mavric and Puc were very active: they wanted to start a
Slovenian university at Lienz!
We and the university students
had a lot of discussions with them arguing against, that it
would be only a school in the barracks, not comparable to the
high school we have with Dr Bajuk.
But Pernisek was a big
proponent of a Slovenian university.
Of course it never
materialised because we sort of laughed it off and went to Graz.
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. David Pearson.
. Miss Joan Couper.
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. Mr. Cornwall.
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the only group that had produced comprehensive lists. All the
principles were settled reasonably quickly but the inevitable
stumbling block appeared over the accommodation question. Graz
is badly bombed and the Army doesn't consider students a high
priority. I left Graz depressed as another three days had been
wasted.
But pressure from BRC and UNRRA was just strong enough and a camp has
been found for 250 students from camps in the British zone and
100 in the American zone.
You can imagine I'm pleased!
Our
children are not losing time as they all go to reasonably good
schools, and now the same will apply to our undergrads.
While the fight for a special camp for the university students continued, so
did ordinary life at Lienz. My letter-diary:
Saturday 13th August. Things still happen with alarming rapidity and
every week one hopes that at last they will calm down and we
will be able to relax into a tolerable routine. A truck has at
last arrived for us, which will simplify work. We have just had
three days solid downpour - the worst for sixty years: three
bridges washed away locally including one just by the camp,
which is a great nuisance.
Monday 15th August. At last the news has come that the war is over in
the Far East - what an enormous relief. One can feel that the
vast
machinery
of
the
world
is
now
concentrated
on
reconstruction.
The Daily Telegraphs are starting to arrive.
For the last six weeks I've had to rely entirely on the Austrian
paper, as for some reason the copies of the British army paper
fail to arrive: excellent for my German, but it only contains
the most important home news.
We certainly have our elated and depressed periods. For four or five
days we've been pretty depressed, but now things are looking up
again. I've been spending time recently trying to get going a
fair and efficient clothing distribution system, seeing that
what little we do get goes as quickly as possible to those who
really need it. Our camp contains 2,100 Slovenes, 1,700 Russian
emigrants to Yugoslavia, 250 Croats and 40 Serbs. I'm trying to
get each group to form its own clothing committee and allot it
its rightful proportion of such clothes as we receive or make.
They then prepare lists of who should receive the clothes and my
store issues by the lists. The Russians are my main headache.
They have little idea of unity and "solidarity" and not much
confidence in their leaders. Still I hope to issue some 2,700
pairs of trousers, with some shirts, in five days.
The whole of this job is finding the right people to do the work for
you, handle them so they work well and keep an eye to see they
remain honest, contrive the simplest system you can find and
then step aside and be ready to deal with the inevitable
difficulties that arise. It is complicated by the fact that the
Major interferes in quite unexpected ways, and sabotages my
distribution system by giving people permits to have clothes
made if they come to him with a good yarn.
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Domovina,
August.
am
writing
at
the end
141
of
very
pleasant
and
102
C H A P T E R
Vida Rosenberg and Mirko Kozina explain how many Slovenes are
not living in the camps at all, but are self-settled in private
accommodation, often with Austrian families. The narrative then
returns to Lienz and to a memorandum I write in August 1945
which summarises the progress the Slovenes have made during
their first eight weeks.
Miroslav Odar follows with a very different picture of camp
life, as seen through the eyes of a schoolboy without influence.
Pernisek follows with a traditional end-of-year school excursion
and my diary describes an inspection by the British Army
Commander-in-Chief and his entourage, followed by preparations
for the handover of the camp to the inter-governmental
organisation concerned with refugee care, the United Nations
Relief and Rehabilitation Organisation, and my own transfer to
UNRRA from the NGO or non-governmental organisation I have
worked with up till now.
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The last chapter referred to the many Slovenes living with Austrian families
rather than in camps - who were self-settled, to use modern terminology.
Vida Rosenberg explains how this happened.
Vida was the 20 year-old law
student with ambitions to become a juvenile court judge who panicked when
left alone with the luggage during the flight (page 00).
She went on to
describe how her group arrived in Austria before the British started
diverting the refugees to Viktring:
We were the very first people out and so went to Lienz.
We had a
problem on the train, because there were some Circassians,
Russians, and one lost his mind and attacked an Austrian girl.
It was an awful incident.
We reached Lienz the next day and
stayed in a Gasthaus and were sleeping on the floor.
We got
meat to eat and somebody said it's horse's meat, but we were
hungry enough and ate it. And at night it was so stuffy we went
out and slept on the benches.
The next afternoon the British came. We saw British soldiers and were
so afraid - soldiers, because we thought they might take us for
Germans, and God knows what. But my two friends 103 spoke English
and said, "don't be afraid, they won't do anything". We went to
wash in the brook morning and evening and they came there
walking and Anka started to speak to them!
They gave us what
they had on them .. government chocolate, I don't remember, but
next day they came again with loaves of white bread, the first
I'd seen in ages.
So every memory has good and bad parts. It proves there is goodness
in human beings, but on the other hand there are vicious ones,
and I won't forget, because we were hungry and so on, that
beautiful loaf of white bread.
We were just smiles and they
gave us I don't know what else; and, you know, one feels, oh,
there is goodness in people.
Memories are in these little
clumps, some that hit you terribly or gave you pleasure. Today
a loaf of bread is nothing but then it was, like the old Slavic
custom when a guest came, that you got bread and salt - almost
sacramental.
We stayed three or four days, and engineer Muri
arranged - I believe he knew somebody in Anras because his
relatives were there somewhere, he knew the countryside - for us
to be accommodated, first in Abfaltersbach and later in Anras.
Vida's account is supplemented by Mirko Kozina, whom Father Blatnik took us
to see on our Sunday excursion and who was ordained by Bishop Rozman in Anras
at the end of May. Three years earlier he had lain hidden in the loft of the
family home, powerless to intervene, when the communists brutally murdered
his elderly father and mother and crippled brother in the rooms below. He
described this in a remarkable book 104 , and how on the 8th May he arrived
with three of his surviving sisters, probably on the same train as Vida:
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to us. They
will return,
helping them
part of the
They were
Up to now, to tell the story of the Slovene refugees, I have drawn mainly on
the two diaries and quoted from the recorded memories of a wide variety
individual Slovenes.
I now also draw on an ample archive of official and
unofficial correspondence, reports and memoranda written at the time and
preserved either in my own collection or in the admirable UN/UNRRA archives
in New York. The memorandum that follows is relevant here because it records
how much the Slovenes had achieved during their first eight weeks at Lienz,
and explains why the army and UNRRA had chosen Lienz as the model camp to
which newly arrived UNRRA teams should be sent for induction.
My colleague John Strachan and I were trying to persuade the army to hand the
camp over to the Slovenes to run on their own, with only one or two officers,
left in a liaison capacity, in place of the Major and twelve other ranks then
running it.
Later attempts at lobbying were successful but this one was not.
August 1945
. Dr Valentin Mersol.
. Franc Pernisek.
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shortly be produced.
Health
university if one could be found for them by the autumn. Three boys and two
girls were adjudged excellent scholars on the strength of their written exams
and previous school records, and so were exempted from taking the oral tests.
Five years ago I interviewed the youngest of these "excellent scholars",
Miroslav Odar, in Cleveland Ohio. He had been sent, together with his mother
and brother, from Viktring to Spittal camp rather than to Lienz with the
other secondary school pupils.
Three other boys in the same situation
travelled to Lienz specially to take the school-leaving examination on the
5th September. Odar tells their story:
There were four of us, four boys. We asked at the main gate because
we wanted to attend the school and were turned away by the camp
police 107 . We didn't even get as far as the registration office
or the school. It was at night, about 7.30 in the evening, it
was dark and we were kind of tired.
We'd ridden on a train
which had no windows and was cold. It was terrible, not to have
a place to lie down or to sit down. I was nearly nineteen and
the other boys the same age. My mother didn't encourage me to
go to Lienz, that was my decision. I was doing things on my own
as long as I remember.
Things
When they refused us admittance we went round the camp and found a
gap; there was a wooden fence and the plank was loose, so we
removed it and went in, and stopped at barrack 14. It was a big
hall, and there were people sleeping along the wall, all the way
round, so I just stayed there, laid down, and that was it and
nobody chased me away.
Nobody questioned what we were doing
until Dr. Vracko found out and came to us and said, "you are
here illegally and if you're not gone by tomorrow morning, I'll
call the police." I don't remember why we were allowed to stay,
but I stayed one or two weeks just to take the exam.
They
wouldn't feed us, they said we were in there illegally, till I
found a trainee priest - he's a priest in Minnesota now - the
whole family was there, the mother and two sons, and he was
thinking at that time already about the priesthood and all that,
because he gave me half of his rations, and I remember that to
this day: he saved me, my stay at Lienz. I have no recollection
how I got to the school, how I registered, I must have been
fairly persistent. I wanted to finish, even if I wouldn't have
a chance to go to university, that would give me a lot.
I
107
. The police were in fact only doing their job. The Camp
Director, Major Richards, had just had a prominent notice
printed in the camp newspaper: "Peggetz camp is closed from now
on to anyone wishing to move to it.
This regulation will be
strictly enforced. Residents will please warn refugees living
outside the camp who may be hoping to settle here".
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looking as if they had just been looted. On the way back we had
a look at the Church of the Precious Blood, a magnificent and
beautiful late Gothic masterpiece, its main altar in the form of
a diptych one of the loveliest and richest in Carinthia.
The
church's situation and orientation in relation to Grossglockner
is exceptionally felicitous.*
*So we came to a spot of historic importance for us Slovenes, because
this is the highest point in Carinthia our forefathers reached a long time ago but there are still some people of Slovene
origin living here.
Father France Zabret, who used to be the
parish priest of Bled and now assists the local parish priest,
told us there are still old people in the mountains who speak
Slovene and say their confessions in Slovene, but they are the
last remnants and when they die the last Slovene-speaking people
in these parts will have disappeared.*
When we returned home happy from the excursion we found our little son
in bed with a very high fever.
*Our cousin was looking after
the children during our absence and when we left the boy said
nothing unusual and looked alright.* We sent for Dr Mersol and
he said the boy had scarlet fever, a most unpleasant surprise.
We had to take him to the hospital in Lienz, where the doctors
diagnosed scarlet fever, diphtheria and an infection of the
inner ear. He soon received as fellow patient the small Bajuk,
son of Prof Bozidar Bajuk.
My letter-diary:
11th September.
*A letter answering all your letters - they are so
marvellously regular I feel ashamed of my patchy efforts.* If
what has just been announced actually happens, my work should be
a good bit lighter and I hope my letters thus more regular - HQ
says all Russians are to be concentrated into special camps, as
are all other nationalities in other national camps.
We have
1,700 Russian emigrants to Yugoslavia here, and their departure
would ease our accommodation problem enormously and simplify
administration very much. They have no idea of organisation at
all, and while you can tell the Slovenes what you want done and
leave them to get on with it, you have to keep a continual eye
on the Russians. Also they have no idea of pulling together or
any feeling of solidarity - you may speak at length with a
spokesman of the Russians, only next day for streams of them to
come up to say that he was not speaking for them! Compared to
them the Slovenes are ideal.
15th September. It may interest you to know some of the irons I have
in the fire and how I spend my time.
(1)
friendly sergeant.
Today he leaves and hands it on to a
corporal - the people are still under detention and haven't yet
been charged. In England one could make the police's pants feel
very warm for that, but not here!
All the time the relatives are naturally very worried. Today I went
to see the local Austrian police and spoke with an efficient but
human woman re arranging for the defence. Her reply, "yes, I've
been feeling rather worried about that recently - there never
seems to be a defence at the court here: they just go up and are
sentenced".
This refers to our courts, and is a stunning
example of how the British are teaching the Austrians democratic
administration.
So I've got to see the corporal i/c the case
and also possibly the military government major, so that our
Slovene high court judge can visit the men and prepare their
defence.
Also I've arranged for the wife of a man given nine
months for crossing the frontier to visit him once a fortnight Austrian law is I think more lenient than English on this point.
[see below, p.00]
(2) education: approaching every possible authority to arrange for our
hundred odd undergrads to continue their studies at Graz or
Innsbruck, Vienna or Padua - no one knows who is responsible.
Trying all sources for text books for the secondary school which
is at last officially recognised and can give exam certificates.
(3) newspapers: I'm beginning to sympathise with censors - I'm now one
myself. On the one hand I want to encourage [the refugees] to
extend their journalistic efforts - they now produce a daily
paper in Russian and Slovene and a weekly children's newspaper
and a weekly cultural, educational and political review - on the
other hand I must make them tone down their anti-communist
material: they have every reason to be anti-communist, but HQ at
Klagenfurt or the Yugoslav attache may not think so. So there I
sit solemnly with [Mr Kremzar], a man nearly three times my age
who was chairman of a group of papers in Ljubljana and one of
Slovenia's foremost journalists, and have to try to suggest
tactfully that while it would be all right to print that letter
describing conditions in Slovenia it might be wiser to be a bit
guarded and cover oneself in the editorial!
(4) the English class: my colleague and I take turns to teach a group
including the ex-headmaster of a secondary school, a judge, a
doctor, the ex-head of the finance department of Slovenia and a
woman who was a professional language teacher before she
married.
You can imagine me telling them off - they must not
try to speak so fast or they will never improve their
pronunciation!
(5) the hospital with two doctors, six nurses and fifty beds for which
I'm "responsible".
The head doctor is a very charming,
conscientious and hardworking man but has little idea of
organisation, will do everything himself and is very jealous of
other doctors, such as the two that run the children's clinic.
So to start with my main function was to persuade the two
parties that the others were not ogres - they are now uneasy
friends.
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(6) the clothing store and the two sewing shops with eighteen workers
in all.
Clothing distribution is one worse than censoring.
Everyone in the camp has a very particular reason why they
should receive one of the garments in short supply: I run the
distribution on a national committee basis, which works all
right with the Serbs, Croats and Slovenes who abide by their
committees' decisions, but when we come to the Russian emigres
they all flock to the office and swear that the committee is a
set of rogues that only looks after its friends. Well, I've a
cold in my nose and must go to bed!
20th September. What a life! It is hardly possible to believe that
an Army which undoubtedly was very efficient and successful at
waging war could be quite such a failure at dealing with
civilian problems (a combination of events coming too close
together has stretched my patience almost to breaking point, so
you mustn't take this letter too seriously!).
I continually
think it must be my extremist judgment at fault but my colleague
here, who is very different from me, comes to the same
conclusion, and the surprise of the UNRRA teams that have
arrived here to learn camp admin. (they were told they were
going to a model camp) is obvious.
The most elementary
organisational principles are ignored - they could hardly
believe it when they found that there was no one person
effectively responsible for supply, the most urgent problem in
the camp.
Neither the major nor the captain have had any refugee camp experience
or apparently any other administrative experience, except in the
army where the organisation is ready-made and fool-proof, and
neither shows any signs of wanting to learn.
Even on the most severely practical matters where I thought I was
pretty dense, they leave me miles behind in stupidity.
Yesterday two barrack huts had to be dismantled at a place near
the camp and reassembled in the camp, so they were quite happy
to send some lorries along and collect the pieces and dump them
here. It never occurred to them it might be a good idea to send
a camp carpenter who would be responsible for the reassembling
to see what they looked like up and number the pieces.
They
even allowed the pieces of the two huts to be mixed together!
And we have plenty of qualified people in the camp. That is but
one example.
Also they don't take any interest in their NCOs
and men who are consequently very "browned off" and thus do only
half the work they might, although they are a very pleasant
crowd.
The strain of having to make the most obvious suggestions in spheres
of work quite outside our own without giving the impression that
we are trying to run the camp is pretty colossal. It needs the
continual use of tact and a nice sense to see that one does not
push a point too far. But if we did not do this our own work
would be impossible as it depends on a reasonable efficiency in
the running of the basic services. We're continually having to
take on jobs that are in no way welfare ones as we know if we
did not, they simply would not get done.
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between Lenin and Sir Thomas Beecham, has incredible energy and
enthusiasm for a wide range of subjects especially music - the
choir has already sung some of his songs and arrangements of
folk songs, which are really fine. Or his son, more retiring,
but also a strong character and also a teacher.
Or his other
son, chief of the Slovene workshops, an engineer, a bit too kind
but with a delightful sense of humour.
Or our Slovene judge,
rather earnest but very human.
Or our terrifically active
nursery school teacher with fair hair brushed back and red face.
30th September.
The enclosed copies of our camp newspaper and the
photo may amuse you [see p. 00]. The former are in Slovene and
Russian, and the top article over the caricatures headed "Thank
you" has as its immediate cause the release of three Slovenes
and a Russian who had been arrested by the local police for an
assault on two Tito Yugoslavs near the camp, solely on evidence
of identification given by the latter; I was 90% convinced the
police had caught the wrong men.
The authorities were very
dilatory and inefficient in handling the case and it was nearly
a month before it was eventually dismissed because the two
assaulted men simply failed to turn up to give evidence.
The
prisoners were very grateful for the trouble we took over them.
The paragraph continues generally in appreciation of the
activities of the welfare officers in the camp.
The photo is of the students of the High School who passed their
"Higher Cert": sitting from left to right are Dr Bajuk,
headmaster and prolific choral composer, my colleague John
Strachan (one year law undergrad at Cambridge) the camp
commandant Major Richards, myself and another master. Standing
front row left is the camp gym instructor, a charming man who
was one of the Yugoslav representatives at the Olympic Games and
is still an impressive gymnast, while right but one the small
man with the glasses is Dr Mersol, an unassuming physician who
studied in America, was in charge of the infectious diseases
wing of the main Ljubljana hospital and is very industrious but
a little too gentle for his present job.
The man wearing a hat to the right at the back is Dr Bajuk's son, an
able classical scholar and teacher, with an attractive singing
voice. The man in the centre wearing a dark jacket and glasses
is one of the leading Croats, teaches Italian and English and
engages in endless other activities. Third left from him also
in dark jacket and glasses, is Dr Zagar, the science master who
is also a Salesian priest: a very charming man.
1st October. My last letter was two pages in a mightily browned-off
vein.
Since then we have had more opportunity of judging the
quality of the two UNRRA teams sent to the camp for experience.
It's been amusing "teaching" two highly qualified welfare
workers from America (women with years of experience) how to run
camp welfare! The two teams seem to us pretty good - able, wide
general experience, broad-minded and with keenness and a real
concern for the job. One director is Dutch, one South American
Pole (first excellent, second fair), two Dutch nurses, one
English secretary, a first-class Australian supply officer and
some pretty poor and uninspiring American drivers.
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The total impression is that they are far better qualified than the
normal run of Army staffs (the UNRRA people we've seen so far
are of a distinctly higher level than those I've seen in the
Greek, Yugoslav and even Italian UNRRA missions). But the Army
has been giving them a raw deal, putting difficulties in their
way instead of trying to help them and doing their best to delay
the handover of the refugee problem as long as possible.
To be fair, the Army should hand over at once or see the camps through
till the spring - and not leave things until winter has set in
and give UNRRA the job of holding the baby for the Army's lack
of preparation for the winter.
It is very galling seeing
personnel keen to take over who could clear up the incredible
muddle existing now, but not allowed to because a handful of
officers refuse to give up some cushy jobs - the vested interest
is composed entirely of officers because NCOs and men get very
little out of the deal.
I have always received friendly and
kind treatment from the officers, but I am not here for the
welfare of 20 officers but of 4,000 refugees.
4th October.
Things look as if they are going to improve here. The
bulk of our Russians are going, which means that the major will
I expect be forced to hand over the administration from them to
the Slovenes.
A large part of our difficulties are caused
directly
or
indirectly
by
the
Russian
administration's
incapacity of organising, dishonesty or lack of willingness to
cooperate with the other groups in the camp. The other groups
are no angels but the Russians are certainly the worst.
We've been having a rash of inspections here.
First two from the
local brigadier and then one from McCreery, the British C-in-C
for our zone of Austria. General McCreery came yesterday in a
superb black car. Forty of the local Scotch regiment were sent
beforehand and posted all over the camp to guard the great man!
He arrived half an hour late and the party that toured the camp
consisted of one lieutenant general, one major general, one
brigadier, one colonel, two majors ... and two FAU!
Our first port of call was the hospital - part of my sphere of
influence - and so I reached the front of the procession just in
time as the general, who apparently spoke no German, was asking
a question of the doctor who certainly spoke no English. After
I'd been interpreting a couple of minutes some member of the
cortege got a bit worried about the presence of the unlabelled
object at the front of the procession (I was wearing a pullover
and so had no epaulettes showing) and started mumbling something
about "worker from the FAU" and our major introduced me.
We then entered the children's ward and ascertained that the three
babies lying together weren't triplets - only twins and one odd
one - and proceeded along the passage and left the hospital. As
luck had it the general was asking me where I had picked up my
German and where I had worked in camps before, so we entered the
main thoroughfare of the camp engaged in deep conversation as a
result of which my stock has risen in the camp considerably! So
even visits of inspection have their advantages!
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They next visited the school, with McCreery and our major first and
FAU a short head in front of the major-general and brigadier the school is also our "zone".
Here I tried, with scant
success, to get it across that we badly needed some milk for the
children aged 6-14. The general was in a tearing hurry, but I
think it sunk home with the brigadier.
After the schools we
fell back a bit nearer our rightful place and after visiting the
kitchen, concert hall, wood-pile and workshops the general left
with a flourish of salutes. The major has been in an excellent
humour as the general expressed himself highly satisfied with
the camp.
One's position in such inspections is a bit
embarrassing as a civilian wearing military uniform.
Work in
the camp was put back three or four days but we may get blankets
and stores a little more quickly as a result, so it may have
been worthwhile.
Three announcements in the camp newspaper for the 7th November illustrate its
value as a source of information on camp life and also help fill a long gap
between diary entries:
FOR UNIVERSITY STUDENTS
We have to thank the tireless endeavours of Mr Corsellis for the fact
that the majority of our academics are assured of places at the
University of Graz. Military Government in Klagenfurt has sent
an official notice to all camps to compile definitive lists of
all those interested. Other camps were prepared for this, but
some not as well as ours.
The student camp will be run by
UNRRA.
Anyone who seriously intends to study at Graz should report personally
today at the office of the British Red Cross in barrack II. As
pressure on places at the university is great and only a limited
number of refugees can be accepted, only those who really wish
to study should apply.
Military Government has announced
officially that all those who do not settle down to serious
studies will be sent back to their camps of origin. Last date
for application is tomorrow at 11 am. Anyone who does not apply
personally will not be able to study at the university.
Transport to Graz will be arranged a week from now.
FOR SCHOOL CHILDREN AND STUDENTS ATTENDING COURSES
who are studying
English, the camp office of the British Red Cross has obtained
free admission to English film shows in Lienz. Conditions are
that they turn up punctually, do not occupy the better seats,
behave in an orderly manner and if the cinema should be full
give up their seats to the English.
Everyone will be issued
with a permanent entrance ticket.
WITH REGARD TO YESTERDAY'S MOURNING COMMEMORATION
of our Slovene army victims we must pay tribute to the organiser and
all his supporters and thank them for the beautiful and
sensitive manner in which they expressed our sorrow at the
greatest sacrifice of the Slovene nation.
We request them to
repeat the commemoration soon, so that every Slovene resident in
the camp can participate.
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head swam.
How was it possible to secure such a miraculous
decision from the university, which went against the directives
of their government - a university which used to be known for
its nationalistic chauvinism? I wanted to thank them, but was
so taken aback I only managed to stutter, I know not what. All
I do know is that all the deans shook my hand and the ViceChancellor conducted me to the graduation ceremony where I sat
to the right of the seat of honour - which remained vacant.
After the ceremony I sped back to the camp to let the lads know of the
miraculous success.
They flew straight through the window to
the university to enrol for various exams, as time was running
out. Later I received a report that following my attestations
they passed 72 exams successfully. All credit to the lads and
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to the university.
first degree.
My letter-diary:
19th November. For the last week work with the major has been a good
bit easier. I'm not sure if I mentioned to you the business of
the second i/cs - I think not: it's rather a long story. The
major's kind of Army camp team should have a captain on its
strength plus four sergeants and about twelve ORs, but when the
major arrived at the camp he was the only officer, with myself
and another FAU to help him.
This was by far the largest DP
camp in the British Zone and it was obvious it needed two
officers.
At last the second officer came, but the major is so hopeless at
dealing with people and without imagination that he did not take
the captain at all into his confidence or divide the work with
him, but gave him one or two stooge jobs and left it at that.
The captain's reaction was, "if the major won't play, I won't
play", did as little work as possible and applied for a transfer
which he got.
We then remained five weeks without a captain
until one arrived who had been i/c quite successfully of a
smaller camp which had been taken over by UNRRA.
The major
adopted the same treatment with the same result, so that within
six days he was gone! The likelihood of our getting another 2
i/c is now nil. This has meant that for the bulk of the time I
have been virtually acting as 2 i/c but without the status, rank
or prestige or authority of one, and with a minimum of support
from the major.
The snag has been that he is entirely new to camp work but never
consults or confers with his staff: he is mentally incapable of
considering one problem for more than six minutes at a time.
The result is that only rarely can we corner him in his office
and run through a list of problems - or he thinks these damn
conchies 109 are trying to run his camp for him. All suggestions
have to be slipped in indirectly over the lunch table and one
has to spend an inordinate amount of energy in trying to handle
him. Combined with this is the fact that he spends a lot of his
off-duty time with a Russian female in the camp, whose room is
the centre of intrigue and who influences him considerably.
All this sounds rather black, but there is the other side. He is a
regular soldier - was a sergeant for some twelve years before
the war - and it is not his fault that his superiors should have
made such a bad choice for the o/c of a civilian refugee camp,
with all its manifold civil problems and needs of which a
"regular" cannot be expected to have any conception.
Also he has lived all his life in Army messes and it must be a
considerable strain to have to live with two youthful, highbrow,
109
non-smoking,
non-drinking,
non-card
playing,
non-swearing
conchies who seldom even dress in the correct way and haven't
even got any uniforms smarter than battledress.
He is
remarkably tolerant to us and has always been very kind and
friendly. Also he is genuinely concerned in the welfare of the
people in his charge. He works very hard and does do his best
in his own way - unfortunately not seldom he does more harm than
good.
23rd November. Still no definite news. My hopes are still high that
I may be back on leave before too long. Things drag on here and
every week we are told that "it will be decided definitely at a
conference at Klagenfurt, or Vienna, when the camp will be
handed over to UNRRA" and it never happens.
The latest event is that our major at a Serb festival announced to the
assembled refugees that UNRRA was taking over on December 16th,
that he was joining UNRRA and would be staying on as camp
director.
This information was staggering but next day it
emerged that the major was well primed with Serb "cognac" and
the facts he gave were by no means certain, especially the last.
So we're no further on!
The only definite thing is that my
colleague leaves in under a week.
4th December. * Last weekend the FAU man who lives with us here but
works in Lienz town on district welfare had to go to Salzburg on
business so we arranged things slightly, I acted as chauffeur
and we journeyed there on Saturday, had all Sunday in Salzburg
and on Monday did our business and returned -a restrained and
respectable jangle!
My colleague had left the camp for good
which meant that I could look forward to three weeks of
concentrated work, and so I particularly jumped at the
opportunity of escaping for three days while it was possible.*
I was very sorry to lose John Strachan but the decision to transfer
him was quite right.
From the FAU's point of view we are
justified in letting two workers stay at a camp only if there is
a particularly urgent situation there or if they can plan two or
three months ahead with reasonable security that their planning
is not a complete waste of time, and neither of these conditions
here apply now.
The latest news is that UNRRA will be taking
over shortly.
An article I wrote for the FAU Chronicle complements John Strachan's and my
memo of the end of August and conveniently summarises the progress the camp
had made after four months:
*3,700 refugees are housed in barracks that are well designed and
constructed as barracks in Carinthia go: the layout of the camp
is pleasantly irregular, with more distance between the blocks
than is usual.
Two-thirds of the refugees are Slovenes, onequarter are Russians - a large proportion of these having lived
in Serbia since 1920 - and there are smaller groups of Croats
and Serbs. Two FAU members have worked in the camp ... and have
been undertaking many jobs not of a direct welfare nature.
Methods and standards of work of the two groups [Slovene and
Russian] differ greatly, and it is almost impossible to get them
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local bridge over the Drau, half of which was swept away by
floods. We had an engineer and plenty of experienced carpenters
for the job, and pressure has at last resulted in tools and
material being released by the army. The second day a temporary
bridge was thrown across and already the permanent one is well
on its way to completion.
The
Much time has been spent in devising plans for the most effective and
fool-proof distribution of supplies, of which we have had
painfully little, the whole problem being always complicated by
the communal divisions in the camp. Thus it had to be seen to
that the milk, special foods, blankets, palliasses, beds and
clothing reached those in the greatest need, and one did not lay
oneself open to the charge of favouritism to particular groups.*
Perhaps the school is the most remarkable activity for which the FAU
is responsible: there is compulsory education from 4 to 14, and
120 children attend the kindergarten and 350 the elementary
school, Slovene, Serb and Croat.
The secondary school is to
date the only one for any nationality operating in Carinthia,
and it caters for the children from all the camps in which there
are Slovenes (five in all) as well as for children from some
families not living in camps. Over 200 children attend, and a
comprehensive curriculum is taught including Latin, Greek,
German, Italian and music. The former headmaster of the senior
secondary school in Ljubljana is director and he has a fully
qualified team of teachers.
In addition, a domestic science school is attended by 130 girls, and
an agricultural school by 40 boys. The main difficulty is, of
course, text-books, but the FAU has managed to help in finding
some, and the rest have had to be covered by duplicating texts.
Some books have been smuggled on foot over the mountains. There
is also a school clinic staffed by a doctor and nurses which
undertakes regular examinations of the children.
One of the "major operations" of the FAU has been an attempt to
arrange for 90 undergraduates to start or continue their studies
at Graz University.
Detailed lists had to be collected from
three camps and the authorities pressed to realise that the
matter was urgent: the British Red Cross supervisor has done
valuable work pushing the project from the Graz end.
We are
also trying to get two thousand copies of an excellent SloveneEnglish reader and grammar printed. Valuable supplies of books
have been obtained from the store at Silberegg, from which it is
planned to start a school library and a general lending library.
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The source of books was described in 1947 in the official history of the
FAU 111 :
... a vast underground store of confiscated Jewish property discovered
in the mountain village of Silberegg; it seemed to contain the
entire household belongings of several hundred Jewish families,
who could never be traced.
The store was handed over to the
BRCS for use among the DPs.
I remember driving Director Bajuk to the store. He referred to it in his
memoirs, and went on to describe other aspects of cultural life in the camp
which I did not have enough room to mention in my article:
We often went there and collected many German books for our grammar
school, including the entire 16 volumes of the Brockhaus
lexicon.
We also took numerous books for our university
medical, technical and law students.
I obtained three pianos
and a pianino, so we organised a music school. Piano was taught
by Mr Mihelic, violin by Dr Kalin, solo singing by a Russian
ballet dancer.
When I was picking up books from Silberegg I
came across the idea for a public library. We got a few Slovene
books from the countryside, among pupils, from families, and we
bought about 700 volumes from the estate of Vienna university
professor Dr Krek.
Soon our library grew to 1,000 Slovene
items, several German, Italian, French and others.
The
librarian was [my daughter] Marija, and she spent in it all her
hours from morning to evening, she only came home to sleep, and
in her free time she hand-wrote all the music scores for the
choir for all voices.
The communal life of the camp developed so that there wasn't a single
evening without a lecture for one of the courses.
We had
courses for all sorts of subjects, politics, social, philosophy,
theology, etc.
We barely managed to find space for all the
lectures and meetings.
People found it difficult to get hold of the more popular books, so I
thought about "reading evenings".
Because I expected a good
attendance I had the partition between two large classrooms redesigned so that it could be easily removed, and we got one very
large room out of two.
This proved very successful, people
loved to come, usually about 200 or more attended.
[My son]
Bozidar did the reading, by sections and chapters - one per week
- of selected novels. He explained literary points of interest,
parallel literary comparisons, language peculiarities, other
points of interest and the biography, or rather life-work, of
the author. After these readings Prof Dr Mihelcic talked about
a interesting topic from the past week, specially regarding
politics as far round the world as we could reach. The evenings
were very successful and indeed interesting. I would recommend
them anywhere where people don't have access to books.
My letter-diary:
111
p.449
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8th December.
I have left the Friends' Ambulance Unit and joined
UNRRA. * The FAU has announced officially that it will probably
wind up in Austria during the spring and I am not likely to be
demobbed 112 at least until the autumn. Elsewhere in Europe the
FAU may be winding up during the summer, and anyhow I look on
myself as a bit of a specialist by now in Austrian camp
conditions and don't particularly want to start all over again
elsewhere.
On top of this I feel that I am really useful in
this camp and have a most valuable understanding of the
Yugoslavs ... and I've got the job of assistant welfare officer
at this camp!
While the war in Europe and the Far East was on I don't think I would
have taken a paid job even if I had had the opportunity, but I
feel that the circumstances are now different, especially as any
Army man could now transfer to UNRRA. Certainly the financial
consideration has not been the least powerful one in balancing
the pros and cons.
I will at last be performing a different
function in the family economy - if only for a limited time. I
doubt somehow if I will ever achieve a "rise" of similar scale
again - something over 3,000% or from ,20 to ,645 a year!
I was accepted for UNRRA last Thursday, start work with them next
Monday, UNRRA takes over the camp on Tuesday and the Army leaves
on Thursday - quick work! I owe my very easy acceptance largely
to my FAU boss here David Pearson (I worked directly under him
at Rome for three months, and it was he who was responsible for
my being chosen to follow the Slovenes from Viktring to here) as
he recommended me to the UNRRA head in charge of all operations
in the British Zone of Austria.
When I went on Thursday for interview with the personnel officer it
was obvious she had orders from Major Chapman, the UNRRA head,
and was not in the slightest interested whether I was suitable,
but only for what price she could get me! A couple of weeks ago
a circular was sent round from BRC/FAU HQ inviting applications
for posts in UNRRA but did not mention any posts on the welfare
side, so I had to apply for an admin job.
However some welfare jobs were available. The admin job scale started
at ,450 and the welfare at ,550, so I was lucky getting ,600 by
stressing that UNRRA salaries were graded according to
qualifications and experience and I was pretty hot on both! As
to leave, I could have got home between leaving the FAU and
joining UNRRA, but that would have meant losing the chance of
staying on here and abandoning work which probably would fizzle
out if I left at the moment. March will see the camp through
the worst of the winter and the UNRRA team well established, and
I would be able to leave it much happier then - also UNRRA would
be quite likely to send me back here after my leave.* I have
already given you my impressions of the UNRRA welfare woman,
with whom I will be working: it is partly because I feel sure I
will be able to work satisfactorily under her that I am keen to
stay here - going elsewhere would be a shot in the dark.
So the Army handed over to UNRRA in the middle of December and I moved from
112
. demobilised
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169
C H A P T E R
. Paul Mzyk
171
ability.
Meanwhile after wearing diplomacy I think I've managed to
get through two vital bits of reorganisation - of the
camp workshops and transport.
Both have been in
chaos, but I've got a really competent refugee placed
in the key admin job in each field and we should
start
to
see
improvements
in
control
and
organisation. For this the absence of the major has
been a help, as I've only had to "sell" the project
to the Dutch supply officer, with whom I get on very
well, and the Dutch temporary director who was happy
as long as it was only provisional, subject to the
major's confirmation when he returns.
The difficulty is that if the new UNRRA people are left to
their own devices, while to start with they were
loudly critical of the old lack of organisation, when
they get down to the job they've little idea of how
to remould the system and are almost certain to
choose the plausible, pushing, unreliable refugees as
departmental leaders, just not finding the quiet,
competent ones that have too much self-respect to
besiege the offices for jobs.
The frustrating thing is that there are plenty of honest
and able men in the camp, often considerably more
capable than the UNRRA personnel. The latter are in
fact in some cases doing damage by interfering
tactlessly
in
well-established
departments.
Surprisingly pervasive in UNRRA is the idea that
refugees are inferior beings that can be patronised
or ordered about, while in many cases they are
superior
to
UNRRA
personnel
in
capability,
intelligence, manners, civilisation and honesty and
morality. Well, after the above weighty discourse I
must to bed!
2nd
January.
Recently I've handed over all the
recreational, sports, gym, theatre, concerts etc side
to my colleague, of which I'm glad as I hadn't time
for it. Also I've handed over the whole school side,
which I'm sorry to give up although again I'd no time
to deal with it properly.
The regular schools are
already well established, and the same problem and
opening now lies in developing apprentice schools, in
e.g. carpentry, shoemaking, hairdressing etc, in
which I'm still free to interest myself if I've the
time.
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On the other hand I've been landed with some new jobs.
First the distribution of blankets, which is quite a
job in a camp of 3,500 people. We've already seen to
it that everyone has two blankets, either camp ones
or their own, but we haven't enough to raise it to
three all round so we're now devising the best system
for seeing that priority groups get the third
blanket, e.g. expectant mothers, people sleeping
singly, old people etc. My second new responsibility
is registration, which shouldn't involve too much
work once one has got the office satisfactorily
staffed and organised. The third is accommodation, a
ticklish job as I'll have to try to even out the
scandalously unfair distribution of housing space,
while causing the smallest disturbance and illfeeling possible.
So I've the two most delicate
spheres in the camp: clothing and housing!
As long
as I can retain a sense of humour it'll be all right!
20th January. After three days of snow it has been lovely
and sunny today, and I went out for a walk this
morning with Joze Jancar, the medical student with
whom I worked on hygiene in Viktring and later here
had much to do with on the Graz project. I got very
good background on the refugee outlook on some events
in the camp: also interesting details on the Italian
occupation of Slovenia - Joze himself escaped by the
skin of his teeth from being executed with six other
students as hostages after an Italian had been killed
in Ljubljana. This he told me in the most matter-offact way for the first time today.
In the afternoon I went for a walk with the group of
university students on holiday here until February as
there is not enough wood in Graz; actually they are
studying here pretty hard. A pleasant crowd. We had
some vigorous snow-balling en route.
The mountains
around did look lovely when occasionally the sun
picked out the peaks and snowy folds.
30th January. The team is settling down a bit better but
only two or three show signs of appreciating the
technique of camp work, which demands an imaginative
outlook and the approach to all problems with a
definite aim in view: that of solving it in a manner
suited to the state of development and the standards
of the refugees.
One basic flaw is that our director is a very weak man.
His ideas are mostly sound but he hasn't the strength
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February.
The Russian nurse is turning out
excellently, as is the new deputy director, a Scotch
colonel, young and open-minded, completely lacking in
self-importance, quick, intelligent and interested in
youth welfare: a very pleasant man to work with.
114
and
sang
more
folk
The senior priest was Dean Matija Skrbec, for me a "figure out
of Trollope".
Director Bajuk, writing a few years later,
described him as
the representative of the [Slovene] Social Committee in
Rome and a sort of leader of the entire community in
Austria.
We have to be very grateful to him.
He
lived outside the camp but regularly visited us, led
all the spiritual life, took interest in every aspect
of work and was actively or passively part of it. He
was very experienced in the ways of the world,
unselfish and hard-working.
He gave my work solid
support.
It is appropriate to consider here the contribution the priests
made to the life of the camp.
In ultimate charge was Dr
Jagodic. He had been appointed Papal Delegate a month earlier,
"with responsibility for the spiritual and moral support of all
Slovene, Croat and other Yugoslav catholic refugees in Germany
and Austria". He described his job in his memoirs: 115
I started work at once. First I presented myself to the
camp commandant at Peggetz, a morose Englishman 116 .
He showed very little interest in my appointment.
But he did allocate me my own office in the first
barrack as you entered the camp, where there were a
number of offices, and also authorised me some
petrol. I looked around to see where I could find a
car and driver as I didn't have one of my own.
My
always inventive cousin Leon Kristanc came to my aid;
he knew there was a young man in the camp with a car,
and brought him to me.
Franc Skvarca, who was a
business man, at once agreed to work for me, and
looked after me loyally for four years, after which
he emigrated to South America with his whole family.
Then I had to get a travel permit for Austria. At the end
of the war the country was divided into four zones:
American, English, French and Russian. I applied to
the English major in Lienz and he gave me the
necessary permit for myself and my driver, but of
course only for Austria. I couldn't get a permit or
visa for Germany even through the Vatican.
So I
115
177
were
exactly
200
refugee-priests
under
my
jurisdiction: 132 Slovenes - 98 parish priests and 14
Salesian, 9 Cistercian, 5 Franciscan, 2 Jesuit, 2
Lazarist, 1 Capuchin and 1 Dominican brothers: 30
Croats and Bosnians; and 38 from the German ethnic
minority communities.
To start with most of them
were living in the camps, with a few outside in
various local parishes and other duties. In Germany
my representative was Franc Seskar, who was living in
Munich, where he returned after the Americans rescued
him from Dachau concentration camp.
Ferdinand
Babnik 117 was another of my representatives, first in
the Netherlands and then in Switzerland.
The
refugees in all the zones of Austria with whom I was
concerned came to about:
Slovenes
Croats
Ethnic Germans
Hungarians
. Nande Babnik.
. A popular misconception.
UNRRA was established, in
November 1943, with a much wider remit, its name indicates:
relief and rehabilitation. A.J.P.Taylor (1965) English History
1914-1945 (London OUP) p. 594, makes this clear: UNRRA saved
Europeans from starvation. Refugees were only one, albeit very
important, category of its beneficiaries.
119
.
Not entirely true.
As Jagodic would have known, my
colleague Paul Mzyk, UNRRA Welfare Officer at Lienz camp who
was later promoted to a more senior UNRRA post in Salzburg, was
himself a Polish refugee and a catholic, as he repeatedly told
the Slovenes.
Dara Lieven, UNRRA nurse at Lienz who later
worked on emigration with IRO, was also a refugee. See pp. 00
and 00.
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removal
rubbed
their
hands,
experiencing
this
satisfaction when our people were not prepared to be
taken in by their propaganda of persuasion to return
home, whither they incessantly tried to lure or force
them.
Their presence outside was a thorn in their
flesh.
The last paragraph anticipates the closing of Lienz camp, which
did not happen until November.
While Yugoslav government
claims that the allegedly clerico-fascist leadership of the
Slovenes in Lienz was hindering repatriation may have had some
influence on the closure, UNRRA would anyhow have had to reduce
the number of its camps, and Lienz was an obvious candidate.
One result was that UNRRA shortened its lines of communication
and its transportation costs.
The Pernisek diary:
9th April 1946.
It's long since I've written my diary.
Life in our barrack has been proceeding in a routine
way
without
significant
disturbances.
We've
organised and settled our lives; we're all busy, our
workshops are developing nicely and increasing in
number, our schools are full; our young people are so
fully occupied I can say truthfully life wasn't so
good or pleasant for the young even at home!
The
last couple of months we've had enough bread and an
adequate
amount
of
pleasant
food
and
warm
accommodation.
We've partitioned the barracks and
every family has its own comfortable room.
A
But
home.
There is a deep call of the earth the city
dweller cannot understand.
Many prayed for a long
time before they made the decision.
19th April 1946.
Last year I'd no idea I'd live to see
Good Friday under such terrible circumstances.
All
of us are worried, asking where we'll be next year on
Good Friday, under what conditions? Our "Way of the
Cross" is hard as we don't know yet if we've reached
our Good Friday and passed through Calvary.
It's a most gloomy and bleak day: dirty-looking greyish
mist covers the mountains and a cold and violent wind
blows down in the valleys.
In camp it's a public
holiday, and we're visiting nearby churches to see
their holy sepulchres. Our refugee chapel is simple
and unpretentious, yet inviting and a true expression
of our love for the dead Saviour and Redeemer. The
panels were not produced by a well-known painter; a
modest youngster has used his natural gift for
painting.
The candle-sticks shine, made with
elegance and true taste from the outer layers of gunshells and tinned food cans.
The sepulchre is like a garden in full flower, encircled
by a throng of people gathered in devout prayer, and
barrack succeeds barrack from early morning to late
at night. *Interspersed among the prayers are hymns
conveying sadness at the memory of Christ's death and
our love for Christ who out of His love for us gave
Himself as a sacrifice so that we could live in
happiness eternally. Therefore let us bear the heavy
cross of the refugee and exile with patience and
resignation: we wish to be crucified with Him so that
with Him we will rise up to new life.*
20th
police
184
maps, some papers and two copies of the Black Book 122 .
He stopped his search when he found the decree of the
Slovene National Committee on the establishment of
the Slovene High School at Vetrinje, gathered up the
two books, the decree and some other papers and told
me, "bring a blanket, shaving kit and towel because
we have to interrogate you.
You'll be back in two
days."
So that's how I'm here in a middle-sized room with an oldfashioned vaulted ceiling and walls covered with
scrawlings. I read them again and again: a litany of
swear
words
in
English
and
every
conceivable
language, German, Polish, Serb, Croat, Italian.
I
don't find anything in Slovene.
From the grossest
obscenities to the most refined sarcasms and mockery
of the English. For a number I don't understand or
know the language they're written in.
Interesting
reading!
My companions are not unpleasant.
Two young Austrians,
both Hitler Youth members and one the son a nearby
textile factory owner, a butcher from Seeboden, a
young doctor from Klagenfurt and a headmaster from
Spittal, a pleasant, unpretentious man. In spite of
knowing that Hitlerism and Nazism are done for ever
they're still enthusiastic Nazis. They consider the
English
incompetent
fools
and
predict
the
breakthrough and advance of communism.
A
185
1st May.
The old detainees are having an exercise break
in the courtyard and a huge white poster with red
lettering is displayed on the opposite fire-wall,
with the slogan: Erste Mai, wieder frei 126 , as if to
mock me personally! The Croat Brindl reads it, spits
on the ground and says "devil take it!" obviously
feeling as I do.
Today they've taken some of our fraternity to
3rd May.
the Wolfsberg camp for Nazi war criminals - guilty or
innocent - and collaborators, where it's hoped
they'll cool their enthusiasm, but I doubt if even
one of them will sober up: when people of the same
ideology are put together, their solidarity of belief
is only strengthened. They're all glad to be going:
they couldn't stand our prison cell and look forward
to meeting up with old friends and comrades.
But
they'll soon be out.
**The newcomers are at first sight unattractive: haughty
German officers and renegade German women. Among the
new arrivals are two German doctors, majors in the
125
126
. Jesuits' barracks
. First of May, again free
187
SS.
Dr Schacht, Austrian-born from Vienna, selfconfident, arrogant and insolently impertinent: and
Dr Oberer, also Austrian, from Linz; sentimental and
a womaniser, he's for ever washing himself like a
cat.
In spite of being in prison he has a healthy
appetite and never stops eating and chewing the cud.
It takes him a quarter of an hour to get ready for a
meal: he washes his hands twice as if preparing for a
surgical operation, spreads a small cloth over his
quarter of the table and then places a spoon to the
right and a knife and fork to the left. Yes, a knife
in prison, he has one. Dr Schacht hasn't. Then he
starts eating his hors d'oeuvres, ham and hard boiled
eggs, wherever he gets them from, and bread; and when
the camp food ration appears, he gobbles it down
promptly.
The third is a teacher, a regular Cankar 127 in appearance,
tall as Jacob's ladder, awkward as a bear, without a
will of his own or a thought in his head.
Without
asking anyone he took the best palliasse and settled
into the quietest corner of the cell.
Dr Schacht
eyes him askance.
Then there's the Sudeten-German
Pucek, an industrial lawyer, a good soul, always
polite and smiling, and Captain Arnold, a Yugoslav
fifth columnist from Zemun and the priggish Prussian
von Bieberstein.**
5th May. **Pandur128 Benedikta is in a good mood today, and
managed to get permission for us to attend the
service in the local parish church. Drs Schacht and
Oberer are atheists but went.
Dr Oberer had an
assignation in the church with his girl friend who's
prodigiously persistent; she comes to see him every
day, appears at the cell window, once even got as far
as the cell door.
Today at church they had a chat
non-stop right through Mass.
Now I know where he
gets his snacks from. No doubt Pandur gets his share
from the same source.**
**Dr Oberer is married but doesn't talk about his wife or
family. After each visit he reads a new letter again
and again with devout reverence and savours the
perfume emanating from the scented missive.
Thrice
he passes it solemnly under his nose and then under
Dr Schacht's nose. He doesn't worry like Dr Schacht
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My letter-diary:
10th May.
Things have been happening pretty fast.
Our
director has at last been moved, thank God! I think
he's got the sack, he certainly deserved it. He got
the nice Dutch supply officer he disliked removed by
very underhand means, so I've no sympathy at all. He
tried to get him sacked but instead he's got a better
job in HQ in Vienna! Our new director is an ex-Group
Captain RAF and seems pretty good. I've got on with
him very well so far.
Director Bajuk included in his memoirs characteristically blunt
profiles of three of the UNRRA staff, three refugee leaders and
several teachers 131 . Here he is on the new camp director:
I
He
His profile is
Our whole group must be grateful to him till death for all
he did. Particularly the children. It's true he had
four of his own and they benefitted as well, but in
whatever he did he was not motivated by selfinterest.
This was shown by the enormous amount of
work he did which was of no benefit to himself or his
family.
He must surely be our greatest man and
benefactor in our exile.
I'm convinced of this and
say it out aloud because I know well what he meant
for the school.
Our grammar school, our schools in
general and our cultural work would never have been
the
same
without
his
support
and
successful
mediation.
Bajuk's second refugee profile was of Monsignor Skrbec and his
third one was devoted to Dr Vracko, the judge. He had repeated
clashes with him and recorded them with relish.
His second
UNRRA official was Paul Mzyk, the welfare officer: "he was
himself a refugee and understood our position.
He was also
very devout." I was his third UNRRA official:
John Corsellis was a young, apparently not yet qualified
academic, who had a lot to do with us on school
matters. He spoke some Croatian, but his German was
good enough for all purposes.
He was young and
inexperienced and openly recognised the fact in our
relationship.
If he wanted to interfere in any way
in my school work I took the position firmly that he
didn't understand our rules and I continued to do
things my way. He would smile and give up.
When
He
taken
back
responsibility
for
admittance
and
registration, housing and clothing and also am doing
quite a bit of work on workshops now, so I have
plenty to do. I'll probably take on a second fulltime personal assistant: one to specialise on
clothing and workshops, the other on housing and
admittance and registration. I've found an excellent
man who speaks good German, is quick and intelligent
and was a bank worker - head of a department - in
Slovenia. I'm reducing to a fine art the transfer of
all work possible to other people's shoulders, but
still find plenty to do!
However I'm carefully
confining myself to a 5 1/2 day week, 9-12.30 and 25.30 or even less.
. "sodrge
translate.
napihnjene"
in
196
Slovene,
and
difficult
to
who had very little indeed but whose past life and
present responsible jobs in the camp made it very
hard for them to ask for clothes at official
distributions. I feel confident it will all be well
used.
1st
July.
During the last fortnight we've had an
intolerable number of visitors from Klagenfurt
needing entertaining, a fantastic number of new
monthly or weekly reports and returns to prepare and
then they decide to "borrow" our welfare officer at
the same time as our doctor is away on compassionate
leave. I sometimes lack the strength of mind to sit
down to a letter in the evening, especially when
someone says "come for a walk - you need some fresh
air".
Everyone sends his own prayer to heaven but all are united
in one petition: good God, shorten our days of exile,
send Your holy angels to take us home! The girls and
women sing Marian hymns following a banner of Our
Lady of Fatima. The people halt on the hill by the
chapel of Our Lady and gather round an outdoor altar
under the blue sky to hear Mass.
While
. Miss Madsen
. Mr. 00 Sustersic.
202
Secretary
Skerbec Matija
Chairman
in me.
He was the MG officer concerned with the
opening of the students' camp in Graz and I've seen
him several times since then. After seeing the most
interesting parts of the camp and a small display by
the boy scouts, we came back for tea and then went
down by jeep to the station to see them off.
The civilian whose ear I so eagerly bent was M.F. (later Sir
Michael) Cullis, then head of the Foreign Office's Austrian
Section. Years later he gave me a copy of the 19-page "Report
on Visit to Displaced Persons Camps in British Zone of Austria"
he prepared for Mr Bevin 137 , in which he described the week-end
of 3-6 August he spent on a tour of four camps with the
Commander-in-Chief, General Steele, and the Deputy Director of
the PW and DP Division, Colonel Hall, referring to the latter
as being exceptionally helpful. He started with the subject of
Jewish refugees, who were "by far the most difficult and
troublesome group of DPs inside camps in Styria (Steiermark)".
When I worked with them a few months later I found them
amenable and cooperative with a camp staff that listened to
them with understanding rather than adopting a rigidly
authoritarian approach.
He went on to discuss the problem of
"some
Poles
and
Ukrainians"
who
were
terrorising
the
countryside, and then commented on the refugees in the second
camp they visited:
They were fairly dejected at their lot, and most had no
idea of what their future would be. Some nursed rosy
ideas about eventually emigrating to America - ideas
which I did my best to pour cold water on whenever
possible.
Their main preoccupation was that they
should not be sent back to the countries or
conditions from which they had fled. They were also,
if
less
emphatically,
opposed
to
remaining
permanently in Austria, where they believed the local
population would always be hostile and they would
have little chance of becoming assimilated and
starting a new life.
We drove in the afternoon to Lienz to inspect the UNRRA
camp there. The camp .. has the advantage of better
and more substantial buildings than any of the three
MG camps we had seen during the morning. Altogether
things were on a somewhat grander scale and one
seemed to meet many more administrative personnel
than the very limited members running our own camps.
It has a population of just over 3,000, consisting
mainly of Yugoslav nationals, and the divisions of
137
It
Thus,
Slovene Social
emigration 139
Committee
paved
the
way
for
our
213
141
. Directorate of Migration
. Inter-Governmental Committee on Refugees (1938-47)
which was succeeded by UNRRA (1943-47)
143
. Preparatory Commission for the International Refugee
Organization, (1947) succeeded by the IRO itself (1947-51)
142
215
144
. Joze Jancar
216
C H A P T E R
217
My letter-diary:
4th September.
We've had a tragedy here and a terrible
loss to the team. Last Saturday the director had a
serious crash driving his jeep and died in hospital
next day. The DPs in the camp were very deeply and
sincerely distressed by his death, as he had worked
wholeheartedly for and was much loved by them.
In
the months he was here I got to know the him very
closely. The relationship between us was peculiarly
close, with him a senior RAF officer of 32 years in
the service and me a very youthful and junior camp
worker.
From the start he recognised my adequate
experience in camp administration and specialised
knowledge of the subject, and time and again would
change a decision he'd made if he saw I was unhappy
about it. I was continually amazed at the readiness
with which he'd take advice from his juniors; at the
same time he held very decided views and had strong
principles.
Being
My letter-diary:
10th September. Sunday was nice and fine and I went for a
walk in the hills in the morning, meeting two
Russians from our camp with whom I walked and chatted
for an hour and a half in English, which one of them
spoke - she used to attend my English class.
I do
admire the courage of these people.
The women had
left the camp at six in the morning and didn't get
back till ten in the evening.
The English-speaking
one had been living since May 1945 on a very low
diet.
Her companion was going for a day's mountain
hike wearing our camp slippers 145 made of scrap
salvage material and canvas soles!
We're using a lot of salvage material in small pieces now,
which uses a lot of cotton. I'm sorry to trouble you
further, but cotton does mean so much to the refugees
warmth, dryness and comfort, as without it they
can neither alter nor mend their own clothes or make
new clothes.
28th September.
I don't know if I told you the new
director has arrived: a Wing Commander with thirty
years service in the RAF on the administration side,
a pleasant and friendly man but much more limited and
less imaginative than the Group Captain. He's worked
so long at HQs, in the RAF and UNRRA, that he's
completely developed the HQ point of view and looks
on himself more as a man sent to carry out HQ policy
than as a director responsible for the wellbeing of
the camp inmates.
He has a distressingly red tape
and legalistic mind and thinks he knows considerably
more than he does. But he's settling down reasonably
well and may mellow.
It's wearying having to tame
him!
His
. Mr. Sfiligoi.
221
151
winter.
The official reason was that UNRRA had no
money left and had to cut down camps to economise and
reduce staff. But HQ should have tumbled to that in
the autumn, or if they could not see beyond the ends
of their noses, should have waited till the spring.
The move was made largely from the cynical point of
view that the DPs were so comfortable they didn't
want to go home and a little discomfort would do them
a world of good and encourage repatriation. How I'd
like to make someone from HQ live in a DP camp for
even a fortnight under average DP rations and
conditions.
Then perhaps they'd revise their ideas
of DPs living in comfort.
The
camp where some people could have achieved selfsufficiency in caring for themselves and their
families.
But the order from above was to persuade
as many as possible to return home and reduce the
number of refugees to a minimum.
This fury for repatriation claimed a victim on the 24th
December: Cerarja, the father of four young children,
caught a severe chill in his unheated and otherwise
totally inadequate room and died from an infection of
the inner ear brought on by hypothermia.
When our
people asked the supply officer why there wasn't
enough fuel for heating he answered briskly: "And
what are you Yugoslavs doing, staying on here,
anyway?"
In spite of all these difficulties we didn't despair. May
God be thanked even for sending us suffering!
It
gave us the opportunity to purify our souls, to do
reparation to God for our offences and to learn from
it for our hopefully better future.
Every day we
thanked God for our sufferings and offered them up to
the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Let us accept UNRRA as it
is, thank God for it, for what would have happened to
us without it!
Its staff who looked after us,
understood us and helped us whenever they could; but
they couldn't, and didn't dare to, go against the
orders and rules of their superiors.
Now the words
and warnings of the camp director Major Jarvie made
more sense to us: that politics are a dirty business
and we should keep ourselves well clear of them.
*None
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C H A P T E R
10
239
January.
Yesterday an urgent letter arrived
instructing me to travel today, Sunday, to Vienna to
see the Director of Medical Services for the UNRRA
Austrian Mission there - absolutely no mention of
why! So this afternoon I depart for Vienna.
1.
The Argentinean Government issued permission in
principle for the settlement of 10,000 Slovenes in
Argentina. This is the merit of Mr. Hladnik who has
excellent connections with the men of the Government
and with the Church authorities.
Some days ago
special permission was issued to 500 refugees in
Italy that they can emigrate at once.
As soon as
further lists arrive, others will receive permission.
2.
The Slovene Social Committee in Rome is
authorized by the Government of this country,
exclusively to propose Slovene emigrants to the
Consulate.
Immigration other than through this
Committee is impossible.
3. The International Welfare Organization, where the
American
Catholics
and
Vatican
are
especially
collaborating, has enough means at its disposal for
the transport of the refugees over the ocean, for the
present only to South America.
Msgr. O'Gradi, the
representative of this organization, is now in Buenos
Aires.
We have already had some conferences with
him.
He assures us - and especially us - of all
help.
4. Argentina is a very rich country. The climate is
hot, but not insupportable.
The fertility of the
soil is three times better than in the Banat 157 .
Everything can be sold.
Anyone who is prepared to
work cannot starve.
The Government is looking for
settlers.
Do not worry about the payment of the
assigned land. Should anyone want to return home and
be able to do so, he will receive the money for the
investments and work. People who ten years ago paid
10,000 pesos in instalments for the land assigned by
the State can sell it today for 40,000 pesos.
No
manure is needed. After lunch the farmers sleep here
for some hours. One cannot imagine how easy the work
is. Certainly the first months will be bad. It will
be necessary to plough fresh land. I am only afraid
that the refugees will not want to return home, if
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11th February.
Dr. V came from Klagenfurt this evening.
He'd visited Monsignor Podgorec and told him of our
plan
to
approach
the
Austrian
government
for
permission to remain in Austria. He warmly welcomed
this idea and said he was on very good terms with the
Provincial Governor Mr. Pirsch, who was well disposed
towards the Slovenes. He would therefore go and see
the Governor about it. Dr. V visited Dr. Bluemel as
well, and he said the Volkspartei was also well
disposed towards Slovene DPs.
It seems as if our
intentions might become reality. Mr. Bluemel thought
it'd be a good idea to involve the Bishop of
Klagenfurt Dr. Koestner and the Austrian Cardinal
Initzer also in these negotiations.
In Carinthia
there'd be enough bread and work for all the
Slovenes.
The Governor has intervened successfully
for Dr. Pus.
It seems to me the best of the
proposals
for
resettlement,
as
under
present
circumstances we mustn't be distracted by other
concerns but must concentrate on saving our own
lives.
14th February. Last night we had a lovely concert in the
assembly hall.
The choir, now combining those of
Peggetz and Spittal, has 70 male and female singers
who sing really beautifully.
Last night they
presented us with a new type of programme, folk songs
arranged by modern composers.
It was an evening of
aesthetic
and
artistic
delight.
What's
most
important about these performances is that they are
the best way of encouraging mutual respect, good
relations, cooperation and unity, and we must achieve
this.
So we must have as many stage plays and
celebrations of cultural events as possible.
Let
religion and culture act as unifying forces for us!
The mutual respect that was needed was between the Slovenes who
moved to Spittal already in July 1945 and those who were moved
there from Peggetz Lienz in November 1946. Eighteen months of
living apart were enough for powerful and bitter tensions,
suspicions and jealousies to grow between the two communities
and for them to develop separate distinctive identities, and it
took a year for the rift to heal - a typical refugee
phenomenon.
My letter-diary:
15th February.
Salzburg.
February.
I'm feeling very pleased with myself.
After some days of patient enquiries and search I've
virtually secured what should prove a most successful
team for the TB hospital, that is for the six or so
key posts. The medical and nursing side are not my
concern, but come under the UNRRA Zone doctor and the
team nurse, although even here I've managed to find
them a good man for the dispensary. The present
dispenser is hopelessly and dangerously inefficient,
but the new man is an unemployed doctor who was glad
of the job; he should do it well and also be able to
help with the clinical work possibly. An additional
advantage is that he speaks some eight languages,
including English.
friend".
A
9th March.
Since Thursday I've been ill in bed.
It's
Sunday, and I got up but I'm not feeling well.
I
listen to people and join in the discussion. People
don't reckon any more on a change in the political
situation at home and many have decided to return
home as the spring is calling them.
They won't go
across the ocean to foreign parts so long as land and
home are awaiting them. We have to understand them!
They've grown up with their farmlands and homesteads,
inherited from their forefathers, and the land calls
them powerfully.
We of the urban proletariat don't
feel this call, it isn't buried deep within us. Good
people, thank you for your wholly admirable example;
may God give you good fortune, may peace and God's
protection be with you!
But most talk about Argentina and are preparing themselves
for a long, long journey "to where the boat will
sail", but the boat isn't ready yet and God only
knows when it will be!
Meanwhile we'll rot in the
camp as the English won't let us leave Europe, but
will rather deport us home or carry us off somewhere
in their Empire where again we'll be doomed to live
in refugee camps.
In what way have we sinned so
grievously to deserve this fate? It's understandable
the Germans should suffer. Be done by as they did!
Yet the victors are interested in them, strive to get
them on their side and might even fight for them!
And they handle the Jews with kid gloves, even though
the Jews hate and detest them.
And they want to
provide the Balts with new, well-ordered lives as
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quickly as possible.
It's only against us, who gave up everything for them,
trusting them blindly and believing their promises,
they discriminate, scold and obstruct.
It's true
it's only a few kilometres from here to our homes!
That's why they keep us here and urge us to return.
Miss Lieven 162 only recently said no Yugoslavs will be
allowed to emigrate across the ocean while there's a
possibility a single one will go home. She is from
the HQ for DPs in Vienna, and she certainly meant it.
11th
March.
The Yugoslav Repatriation Commission has
appeared again.
It consists of a young major whose
name I don't know and a prof. Kunc, who is very kind
and is doing everything he can to be friendly and is
asking our people what the Yugoslav government should
do in order for more people to return home.
He's
looked at everything in the camp, including the
school and the printing press: there he asked the
ever-imaginative Mr. Bucek, who answered, "you know
what, Mr. Professor? Open up the frontier! We'll go
to Ljubelj, and our relatives will meet us there.
We'll talk together and decide which way to turn.
We'll see which direction the majority will choose:
more for Austria or more for Yugoslavia". Prof. Kunc
could only smile.
12th March.
A lovely sunny day, I'm sitting at home
reading, it's quiet, the children at school.
The
wife coaxes me to go for a stroll in the sun.
All
right, but where? I don't like the snow and slush too many cars on the road and my poor clothes will
suffer, so I go into town. It's Wednesday, there's a
film on, only one cinema, so choice is no problem.
"Sports Parade in Moscow", in technicolour. Harasho!
[good]. No need to queue as the young lady urges me
in, and even pulls a fast one, charging 1.50
Schillings for the ninth row. I enter, the news is
on and for the first time in six years I see a
newsreel with war scenes, air and land battles, the
roar of guns.
There was an interruption during the show, a police raid,
the labour office carrying out a control, and we're
back in 1944 or 1945 as this was just what the Nazis
162
March.
This afternoon at five the former camp
director Jarvie and Miss Michell wanted to say
goodbye to everyone as they were leaving us for good.
We stood in front of our barrack and as they slowly
passed by in their jeep we waved to them and they
waved to us. Goodbye! God be with you, good people,
we'll not forget you; your sudden departure only
confirms your goodness. You were too good to us, you
were not to the taste of your superiors, our sworn
enemies, so you had to go.
Dr. V. heard the news from someone that we're all going to
be transferred to somewhere in Germany, which seems
to me the more credible as it comes from a government
source. Today we buried in the cemetery a young and
charming sixth form pupil, Erculj. TB. A number of
people will follow Erculj, as the food here is good
for nothing except for people to die of TB.
My letter-diary:
23rd March. On Wednesday the UNRRA chief medical officer
and chief nurse for Austria visited us, staying two
nights, to see what progress we'd made with the TB
Centre.
During our conference I started by
explaining the difficulties of being dependant on the
neighbouring camp for certain services and the
generally very difficult supply situation, and
Colonel Cottrell, interrupting me in the middle of a
sentence, expressed the impression I was resigning
myself to the difficulties, and if I was doing that
he'd have no use for me.
His remark was pretty strongly worded and got my goat. I
denied his assumption energetically and a little
163
. work permit
257
164
165
on
Colonel
Cottrell's
General background
It
Political background
Superimposed upon these hatreds came the enmity between
catholic and communist. Slovene politics since 1941
have been extremely complicated, and no simplified
statement can give a true picture. It can however be
264
Conclusion
The number of refugees that will return to Yugoslavia in
the
near
future
is
dependant
on
political
developments in that country: the number that will
require resettlement cannot therefore be assessed
immediately with any confidence.
Their conduct in
and out of DP camps during the last 21 months has
however shown clearly that if given the minimum of
outside help they are more than capable and ready to
help themselves, and that they would form excellent
immigrants to any country offering them reasonable
conditions of entry.
23.3.1947
The people I sent the memo to included:
* Major Blake, military attache to the Commander-in-Chief of
British Forces in Austria, the army being due to take over the
camps when UNRRA closed down at the end of June. He responded:
.. It was very interesting and you have certainly taken a
lot of trouble.
I will see it gets to the right
quarter. As there are likely to be DP 'developments'
in the near future it may be of great value. ..
*
Colonel
Hall,
Deputy
Director,
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Displaced
Persons
Branch,
271
C H A P T E R
1 1
272
30th
167
273
We chatted
26th April.
I think I've passed the trial period as a
hired hand well.
The work is hard and exhausting,
but much more interesting and pleasant than in a
factory or building roads.
The food is good, well
prepared and nourishing, and I may eat as much as I
want, and that's why I'm able to work.
I'm slowly
getting used to dealing with cattle and horses. The
owner is a wise man and isn't driving us hard; he
doesn't need to, as we love to work, and work well
and hard.
I go home tired and am able to sleep
soundly.
I like farm work and can honestly say I feel better among
cows and horses than among some of our people in the
camp.
During the day I forget completely all the
troubles and difficulties of camp life and feel
really free, but when I return home in the evening,
leave the Tangerner's fields and catch sight of the
camp I experience a pressure on my heart, and once
again a nightmare lies heavy on my spirit.
Sleep
relieves me of my worries. But the job finishes soon
and I'll have to return to the camp, as the owner
will be able to manage all right with only one hired
hand.
Erste Mai, wieder frei! 170 Last year I almost
1st May.
swore, seeing this poster, and this year I nearly did
so again.
Today we've elections for the camp
committee.
They are free, but naturally the camp
director
has
decreed
that
all
those
recently
discharged from their posts in the service of the
camp can't stand.
This was repeated over the camp
public address system again and again.
There were
leaflets,
posters,
word
of
mouth
propaganda,
falsehoods, slanders against individual candidates,
witty jokes but also brazen lies about people of
integrity.
People at last showed their true faces.
The conflict is unambiguously partisan: Spittal
against Lienz. There's still a small group among the
Spittal people who even now maintain with all their
might an agitation against those who came from Lienz
and make a stand against the majority who want to
elect experienced, hard-working and reliable people
to positions of authority.
The result of the
election showed that the people retained their good
170
sense.
5th
May.
*The second anniversary of our becoming
refugees.
In
spite
of
all
the
suffering,
deprivation, poverty and a hundred other difficulties
the two years have passed quickly.
God has guided
and protected us marvellously, often without our even
being aware of the dangers from which we were
preserved and the intrigues taking place behind our
backs. We must thank God every day for listening to
our prayers, because we don't even know the evils he
has averted from us.*
277
untrue
allegations
about
UNRRA.
An
UNRRA
investigation came to the conclusion it could only
have been written by someone actually living in the
camp, as it used the same paper as the Taboriscnik
and the print was the same.
So once again dr.
Blatnik has dropped us in it, and this time rather
badly.**
My letter-diary:
17th May. You must have put a great amount of work into
getting those parcels of clothes ready, thank you
very, very much. I'm quite certain every small piece
of material will be of some use: we have 500 small
children in the camp among other things. It's now a
year since the supply of substantial clothes, such as
it was, brought in by UNRRA has run out, and you can
imagine how well one set and a half of clothes will
last a year of heavy work, when the clothes have to
be washed without soap usually!
The
June.
*Ten parcels have now arrived!
All in
excellent condition, most strongly tied up.
I
started, together with my old clothing distribution
clerk from Lienz, unpacking, sorting and dividing
them at eight in the evening and was finished at one
a.m.! The result was thirteen really useful bundles
for
twelve
professional,
or
semi-professional
families, who mostly worked hard for the community
for two years for little or no pay, don't patronise
the black market and have several children to
support.
The thirteenth bundle was for students
without families.
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hard-working
and
variously
qualified
cleaning,
maintenance and laundry staff is led by a resourceful
and most energetic foreman, who works under the
admin. chief.
The kitchen has a capable chief who
keeps
detailed
food
and
calory
accounts
and
supervises the work of a reliable staff.
The great
majority of the patients are well satisfied with the
food preparation and the doctors take a close
interest in its quality.
(2)
(3)
propaganda.
(4)
pleased with the horse and with me, while he uses the
plough to earth the potatoes and maize.
Where the
fields are small and narrow I do it with a hoe.
So all's well.
Food more than enough, appetizing and
nourishing.
Before we start work there's "mush"
waiting for us on the table, a porridge made from
wheat, rye or maize flour boiled in milk in a large
copper cauldron.
While it's still warm the lady of
the house puts large chunks of butter on top, and
then the butter melts all over and forms a lovely
coating as it cools off. The master prays and we all
dig into the dish. The porridge is quite thick, and
we cut it with our spoons and put pieces into our
mouths.
It's delicious and sustaining, and I'm
always thinking of the morning slush in the camp and
the morsel of sour bread made of anything except real
flour.
During the morning the lady of the house brings us some
lovely smoked ham and bread, and cider to quench our
thirst.
At midday there's vegetable or potato soup
on the table, and ham dumplings made of bread.
They're hard enough for snooker balls but very tasty
because they're full of crackling and as large as the
cockroaches which creep around the fireplace. We've
salad as well, made sour not with vinegar but with
the liquid from sauerkraut mixed with sour cream.
Lojze and I have some difficulty getting it down! In
the afternoon we've the same food as for the morning
break, and in the evening a kind of maize cake
immersed in warm milk. The bread itself is flat and
hard. The people in Tyrol don't grow much wheat so
they use it very sparingly, as do the people of
Carinthia.
The lady of the house only bakes bread
once a fortnight and when it's cooled off locks it up
in a chest so it doesn't get eaten too quickly.
We get meat or chicken quite often, and dried meat or
mutton.
There's a story about chicken meat.
The
village nestles in the foothills of the Zilja Alps
and the Lienz Dolomites, and birds of prey, eagles,
vultures, hawks and others, circle round high up
above the villages all day on the lookout for prey.
And the children are the watchmen! When they see a
bird stop in the air and get ready to swoop down to
the earth, they grab their sticks: and if the thief
falls upon the chicken they scream and hit him again
and again. Of course some hens get hit too, and the
hen which doesn't get up after the battle goes into
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the pot.
I
Dr.
Vracko
has
seriously
lost
favour
with
his
collaborators because he visited Trobec. They don't
trust him any more and don't want to go on working
with him.
We don't blame him personally because we
know he's under particularly heavy stress.
He
worries about his family which stayed at home, it is
calling him home very powerfully and he'd like to get
support from us that what he's doing is right. Yet
he'll be more miserable and perhaps more unfortunate
if he continues as he's doing. We'll have to settle
this friendlily and with great sensitivity.
My letter-diary:
25th June. Up to a fortnight ago we all expected the IRO,
the International Refugee Organisation and successor
body to UNRRA, to take over the UNRRA camps.
My
successor had already been sent here and then it was
suddenly announced that the British army authorities
would take over. There was chaos and confusion as a
result. One thing was clear to me, and that was that
if the TB Centre was first handed over to the IRO man
and then after two weeks handed over by him to the
army, all continuity would be lost and the efficiency
of the Centre might suffer considerably to put it at
its least. The IRO man speaks no German and is not
particularly interested in the place anyway.
So when it became clear the army would take over I wrote
to Colonel Hall offering to stay on a couple of weeks
after finishing with UNRRA, so that I could overlap
with the army authorities.
He passed my offer to
Colonel Logan Grey, his chief in Vienna, who said "he
would be glad to accept Mr Corsellis's generous
offer."
So as things stand I should be home about
July 11th. I'll let you know more as soon as I know.
This is the last letter I sent my mother. I returned home for
good on the 5th July in order to complete my legal training in
Oxford.
The TB sanatorium was a remarkable example of what
refugees can accomplish on their own, with relief workers or
private agency personnel attached to them as "enablers".
But
some private agency personnel had serious limitations, and I
interrupt the normal sequence of the Pernisek diary for a
couple of pages to give an example of this.
I handed over the sanatorium to Violetta Thurstan, a 68-year
old former hospital matron with a spectacular record of service
with the British Red Cross in the First World War - twice in
289
since.
But I don't find him very intelligent, and
not at all up-to-date.
Katrinka is moved to
Salzburg.
I have asked for a good welfare worker
instead of a nurse, as I have a very good
Oberschwester.
I am sure there is more news but I
haven't more time so this will have to do to go on
with.
For forty five years I heard no more about the TB Sanatorium
and Violetta Thurstan, and then the Pernisek diary threw light
on something that had puzzled me: her dismissive mention of Dr
Puc whom I had greatly respected, as had his fellow Slovenes.
Then in 1993 a monograph on "Violetta Thurstan and her
adventurous, exciting life" was published.
Born in 1879, she
died in 1978 at the age of 99, an authority on crafts and
weaving among the bedouins of the Libyan desert.
She had
qualified as a nurse already in 1905, was present at the siege
of Almeria in the Spanish Civil War and did recruitment,
intelligence work and lecturing for the Royal Navy in the
Second World War. In November 1944 she arrived in Cairo as a
relief worker with the Catholic Committee for Relief Abroad and
for the next two years operated between there, Rome and
Austria. In 1946, when 67 but only admitting to 55, she joined
the Displaced Persons Division of the Allied Commission
Austria.
Her biographer writes she was remembered with
affection, respect and sometimes awe, but adds:
Violetta could be overbearing, and it is easy to
understand how.
Her range of experiences by 1947
made her formidable. Most colleagues considered her
to be generous, firm but unsympathetic to those she
felt "did not meet the mark".
She made no excuses
for her terse comments or irritated rejections of
individuals found lacking.
She never apologised
whatever the circumstances.
Franc Pernisek completed the story in his diary entry of the
12th October 1948:
Dr.
but Miss
sister.
Thurstan
installed
her
as
senior
ward
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C H A P T E R
1 2
295
July.
Emigration across the ocean has started
gradually with the first contingent for Venezuela,
including some Slovenes, leaving Spittal camp early
this morning.
OZNA 173 checked on the loading, as
little Mr. Rak took a walk through the camp and
conferred with Trobec.
The camp director Novarino
takes his leave today - each one is worse than the
last.
police
174
.
Brigadier
Fitzroy
(later
Conservative M.P. and later junior
author.
296
Sir
Fitzroy)
Maclean,
minister and successful
7th August.
A second
May God give them
country has masses
and enough tropical
16th
August.
The Maclean Commission started its
interrogations, chaired by Major Stood.
They tried
again to catch Mr. Kremzar, calling him to the
kitchen to collect his ration-card in person, after
the camp sergeant had arranged things with the FSS 175
who were waiting in a car outside on the road, but
the two of us were watching them from a nearby hill.
The police drove off after talking briefly with the
sergeant in charge of the kitchen.
Field
Security
Service,
the
British
police
176
army
security
World Press
300
November.
The Yugoslav repatriation mission are
walking round the camp accompanying the anonymous
English members, and talking at random with the
people, asking how they are treated here, when they
plan to go home or why they don't plan to go and
who's advising them not to go, and similar questions.
November.
On Dr. Mersol's recommendation I was
admitted to the general hospital in Seeboden, and I'm
in a large male ward. It's very unpleasant as it's a
surgical ward: on one side there are very ill
patients and on the other men talking and smoking up
to 11 at night. The tobacco smell is pungent, like a
Russian tobacco I often smelt before.
Here it's
exactly what the Italians call a "common shelter",
I
"Qui si dormiva, si mangiava e si defecava" 180 .
don't know how I'll be able to stand the stale air.
I asked the doctor at the morning round if I could be
moved to a smaller and less crowded ward and he said
he'd speak with the consultant who decides these
matters.
December.
Dr. Mersol admitted me into the camp
hospital, as he says I should stay in bed for at
least two more weeks. I have to get my food ration
card, but my friend Lojze will get it for me. When
Lojze promises, it's done!
22nd December.
Anica Dolenc told me Joze Novak attacked
me yesterday on Ljubljana radio, so he's home
already! He's completed his job, so there's nothing
to stop him! He was the communists' chief agent and
informant in the camp while performing the same
function for the FSS. Now he'll be an informer among
our people at home; when the people have had enough
of him he'll be kicked out somehow. He also attacked
Monsignor Skrbec and Dr. Vracko, labelling us
agitators and criminals.
All the same, the storm
will pass, Slovenia see better times again and
Comrade Joze Novak get his just deserts.
24th December. This year I approach Christmas with dread.
We arranged to meet at 6 in the evening to celebrate
in son Franci's hospital room, where there's a small
Christmas tree and underneath a small paper crib, but
it's all a tiny reminder of Christmas. We had just
sat down when we were told to get out of the room as
the director and Miss Meredith were visiting the
hospital and they shouldn't see us.
Still they
didn't arrive at once. I find the behaviour of the
staff very strange.
Franci is admitted to the camp
hospital with the knowledge and permission of the
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C H A P T E R
13
The army raids the camp again but Pernisek feels the
worst of the persecution is over.
Large-scale
emigration
starts
and
Pernisek
visits
the
International
Refugee
Organisations's
HQ
in
Klagenfurt
to
discuss
documentation
procedures.
Representatives of Dutch and Swiss charities visit
the camp and return home to redouble their efforts to
collect aid. The Yugoslav authorities increase their
efforts to spread dissent and disunity among the
refugees and so discourage emigration.
Pernisek is now living with his family outside the
camp and drawing the normal entitlement of Austrian
civilian rations.
He wonders if someone is making
massive profits out of camp catering.
A group of
girls leave for Canada, most already engaged to
Slovene boys who have gone there earlier.
The
Perniseks are allowed to move back into the camp, and
the Argentinean consul starts immigration to his
country.
Pernisek goes by train to another camp and notes how
polite
the
Austrians
have
become
to
"bloody
foreigners".
He sorts out transport procedures,
admires the camp's small industries and returns to
Spittal.
The first hundred Slovenes from Austria
leaves for Argentina.
Pernisek and his small team
prepare the travel lists and other documentation.
The camp choir gives its last performance as it
starts to disperse. A valedictory mass is celebrated
for the next group leaving for Argentina.
Soon the
camp is almost empty.
The Perniseks see the consul
and are accepted.
The Yugoslav communists try to
hinder emigration and Pernisek is warned not to leave
camp on his own for fear of them. As the year ends
the Perniseks receive their entitlement of clothing,
linen and footwear, and an Austrian shopkeeper wishes
the departing Slovenes godspeed.
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January 1948.
The New Year started with new
disappointments. As I woke this morning good Sister
Ivanka came into the ward and told me that English
soldiers had raided the camp again.
They were in
position already by three in the morning, started
their search at five and finished at nine. They took
away four Slovenes and sent them to the concentration
camp at Wolfsberg, and also came to the hospital but
only had a look at the children's ward and then left.
wars
313
185
27th
May.
Yesterday the students went on outings to
different places, and came home tired and hoarse. My
daughter's class, which was led by prof. Luskar,
didn't get home until 3.30 in the morning. Today is
the Feast of Corpus Christi.
It rained early and
then the sky cleared and there was only a short
shower during the procession.
Three Dutch people
visited the camp at the invitation of Mr. Nande
Babnik: Dr. Koenver the director of Dutch Caritas,
Dr. Govaert a medical doctor and Mr. Cleuren a
photographer. They all speak fluent German and I've
been allocated as their interpreter and guide.
The British press has all along kept silent about this
English tragedy of shame, and maintains its silence
even today. In 1948 Catholic delegates from a London
organization questioned the government about its
cover-up of indifference. The answer was that about
600 Yugoslav collaborators were repatriated at the
end of May 1945; they had fled from the Yugoslav army
into Carinthia and British troops had disarmed and
returned them to their native country in compliance
with international law.
Apparently the delegates
were satisfied with and did not challenge the answer.
John Corsellis, the well-known English welfare officer at
Lienz camp who tried to understand and help our
refugees, wrote about this to Dr France Blatnik in
1948, and explained the English position:
" In view of the answer quoted earlier John Corsellis
wrote to the Foreign Office, astonished that the
government could give an answer which was untrue. He
told them he had been at Viktring at the time and
seen with his own eyes how many had been sent back,
and these were no collaborators. The Foreign Office
wrote that they would be very interested to hear from
him in greater detail and invited him to visit them.
When he arrived, they started by asking what he had
personally witnessed and then said, 'thank you for
such a detailed account.
It may have been as you
describe but we have different reports. These speak
of only 600 Yugoslav collaborators being repatriated.
Perhaps the figures are not completely accurate. You
must understand that our troops in Austria had a
precise objective at the time: to organize a defence
in the event of any attack by Tito or the Soviet
Union.
So they were not prepared for these
collaborators to turn up, nor did they want to have
much to do with them. That is why their report was
perhaps here and there inaccurate or insufficient,
but it's the only one we have.
The officers who
signed it have returned to civilian life, and the War
Office cannot trace them to get them to give a fuller
account of the whole affair, so that we are limited
to what we have. You maintain that over 10,000 were
repatriated.
We do not dispute this, but all the
same 600 remains the official figure for us because
that is the one that appeared in the reports made at
Association of Slovene Anticommunist Fighters (Cleveland, Ohio,
1960)
318
the time. Thank you very much for the interest you
have taken in the matter, and goodbye!"
Forty years later I discovered an answer to a Parliamentary
Question in 1946 which gave the total as 900, so that the
Foreign Office had been progressively re-writing history.
The Pernisek diary:
14th
June.
Today Mrs. Berta Weiss from Switzerland
visited the camp.
I'm acting as her escort and
interpreter.
Mrs. Weiss is interested in the
everyday life of our people, and one sees tears more
often than smiles in her eyes.
The poverty upsets
her greatly. In spite of it one doesn't see children
or grown-ups in dirty or torn clothes, and people are
clean and well combed, the men shaved, the rooms tidy
and no bad smells, even where there are small babies
in the family. She's the driving force in collecting
aid for Slovene refugees, and puts her Catholic faith
into practice.
After she saw all the poverty she
said she'd redouble her efforts to collect aid.
and the unrest between the Mladci 188 and the Strazari
resolved.
9th September. Some of our girls left for Canada after a
long wait. They should have left in July but it was
obvious they wanted to stay longer with us and
parting had come too early, so that there was a lot
of tears. It was difficult looking at them, healthy
and beautiful in body and soul, like blossoms being
strewn by the wind. Fortunately most were engaged to
Slovene lads who'd gone to Canada earlier.
Like
slaves in the market, they were examined meticulously
from
teeth
to
nails
and
measured,
weighed,
scrutinised and sifted in all respects to guard
against defect or deficiency. They were looking for
the healthiest and fittest to work in hospitals,
mines and beetroot fields!
On the evening before departure we gave them a lovely
farewell party. If some of the good wishes expressed
are in fact fulfilled, the girls will be happy and
content.
The main message was, "you've completed
your search to settle somewhere and we'll do so
eventually, and we hope we'll all meet again". Today
there was a special Mass for them. The parish priest
Lamovsek gave a warm farewell homily, with good
advice and instructions on life in the new world.
Anica Dolenc left. Parting was very, very difficult
and she wept copiously, but so did everyone else. I
registered the family in the camp: I'd applied to IRO
earlier and was told we're accepted, so I hope we'll
move in today.
Yesterday a sports festival started in
12th September.
the camp.
The programme included soccer, volleyball, light athletics, table tennis, chess and a
gymnastics display.
It continues today.
There's a
foodstall selling sausages, pastry, fancy bread,
bonbons, etc.. Now that people are going, not home,
but across the ocean, there's plenty of everything.
16th September.
Today the Argentinean Consul Mr. Jose
Ramon Virasoro came from Vienna. He had a talk with
the Delegate Monsignor Jagodic and promised he'd give
emigration permits to all Slovenes, and specially to
families
with
small
children.
He
authorised
188
Monsignor
Jagodic
to
give
certificates
of
relationship to people who didn't have them but
wanted to travel together with their relatives. Our
workload increases daily!
24th September. We're enjoying a babje leto 189 . The whole
summer we didn't have such hot sun as during the last
few days, and I've been attacked by the latest camp
disease, travel fever.
I went for a travel permit
although friends laughed at me and said nobody
bothers with such trifles any more. But if there are
fleas around I know I'll catch them, so I won't go on
a longer journey without a permit.
The people at the district council were very friendly and
gave me a permit for the whole of the British zone.
This morning I went to the station and asked for a
ticket for Trofaiach. The clerk was polite although
I didn't have any change.
The ticket collector
greeted me effusively, "good morning, Sir, ticket
please" and returned my greeting smartly, in a manner
I never experienced before the war. I climb into the
carriage.
It has an light bulb and a clean floor
without cigarette ends, although there are plenty of
good cigarettes in Austria today.
*At Villach I have to change to the Leoben-Graz express.
I get off and look around for the express. "Sir,
here's the Graz express!" says the guard very
politely.
Goodness, how polite the Austrians have
become to the "bloody foreigners"! I can't help but
offer him an American cigarette.
With a cordial
smile he takes it.
He opens the carriage door and
gently shoves me in. The seats are reserved. "I've
no reservation: they'll throw me out". Nothing I can
do. He pushes me in again firmly, so I travel in a
reserved seat all the way.
I hardly sat down when
the train fills up.
I travel seven hours like a
duke.
By 10 "my stomach was in my heels".
I had very little
food with me so I thought I'd better not eat yet. A
tall, slender waiter entered the compartment with a
large tray of hot, spicy salted pork sausages and
rolls and announced, "gentlemen, fresh sausages". My
mouth watered and I glanced towards the tray.
The
waiter took the hint and spiked a sausage on a fork.
I was embarrassed as it looked as if I was the only
one succumbing to the smell of meat although in
189
All this wasn't easy for refugees who did not have rights,
legal representation, friends in the world or enough
money, although we did have Minister Dr Krek, former
ambassador with the Allied Commission for Italy, to
intervene for us whenever necessary.
Mr. Hladnik persuaded the Direccion de Migraciones 192 to
recognise the Slovene Emigration Committee in Rome as
the sole authority through which our refugees could
obtain travel permits, and a special subcommittee
with him as chairman was set up in Buenos Aires to
settle all procedures there and make the necessary
representations.
Finally the first list of 500
Slovene refugees was certified on 6 February 1947,
soon to be followed by others.
The consuls could not get used to the idea of almost all
our refugees having no personal documents, and we for
our part could never have produced the documentation
they demanded, so it was essential to reduce their
demands.
We were the first to be granted group
squeezed between Austria and Hungary.
192
. Directorate of Migration
330
November.
Medical examinations for
transport, which means a lot of work.
British military band gave a concert in
Today it's music, a few months back
echoed with resolute and noisy calls, "go
5th
November.
We have our hands full distributing
certificates for the Argentinean transport.
Some
people don't want to go on and have withdrawn, hoping
they'll get to the USA, and we have to cross off the
list families with babies of less than six months.
Children aged 2-3 have to go to St. Martin camp for a
special medical examination.
the fourth
Tonight the
the theatre.
these halls
home"!
6th November.
**Today the camp director announced
that 29 people who aren't eligible for IRO care must
leave the camp and transfer to Kellerberg on the 10th
November, among them one of our office workers
Maricka Tomazic.
We can't understand how this is
possible: if there's a mistake she'll soon be back.**
20th November.
The consul is busy all day.
He's not
choosy where Slovenes are concerned, accepting even
the handicapped. The only people he won't accept are
single men over 45, but if they live with a family
they
can
go
to
Argentina
with
them.
He's
particularly keen on children and families with lots
of children. My family had to wait to be sorted out
and for recognition of our kin relationship.
This
wasn't recognised. A special commission attached to
the consulate decides such issues. We paid $49 tax.
21st November. My family saw the consul, everything went
fine and we were accepted immediately. He put us in
the $7 group, so we won't be entitled to stay in an
immigrants' hotel. By the evening most of the ablebodied refugees had been accepted.
23rd November.
The families left for Canada today. I'm
celebrating my own birthday in excellent spirits.
How hard it was this time last year! Today I've an
assured departure to a better future: there'll still
335
Arrests
were
made
simultaneously
in
Spittal,
Judenberg and here, and as far as we can find out
they were looking for 30 people including Monsignor
Skrbec, Professor Sever and Dr. Blatnik.
54 more
inmates of Spittal camp were then ordered to leave
the camp within 48 hours, mostly intellectuals
including Director Bajuk, Dr. Vracko and Dr. Zebot,
being accused by the Yugoslav Government of agitating
and acting against repatriation.
They must live
privately or transfer to St. Martin camp near Villach
until they are transferred to Germany.
I can't imagine on what grounds Joze was arrested.
It's
almost out of the question that the charge is based
on his activities at home, and it's more likely it's
because he's been hindering repatriation by his
efforts to arrange study possibilities here in Graz
and as the first chairman of the Slovene students'
group. He may well have been arrested on fabricated
and imaginary charges from the Yugoslav authorities,
not based on fact at all, as has happened in several
cases with most sad results.
As the Steele-Tito Agreement is interpreted here, and Joze
writes on the same lines, his case will be considered
first by an English commission and then by a mixed
Anglo-Yugoslav commission and finally decided in
London, presumably by the Foreign Office.
Hardly
anyone can help me here so that you're my only hope.
Joze hasn't yet been interrogated.
The food is no
worse than here, he's been given five blankets and
the barrack is heated.
He's allowed to write to me
twice a week and I can send him a parcel with food
once a week and write to him without limitation.
Our local Member of Parliament, a Conservative who had served
in the Grenadier Guards like Nigel Nicolson and had a
distinguished record in World War II, by good fortune had known
my father.
I appealed to him for help and he sent a handwritten reply:
I was delighted to get your letter, and am sending it on
to Chris Mayhew 197 at the FO.
It is better NOT to
publicise
individual
names
by
a
Parliamentary
197
December.
Beautifully celebrated Feast of the
Immaculate
Conception,
this
time
without
the
students.
They are pushed to finish their studies
before leaving for Argentina.
A large number have
already left.
11th
December.
We celebrate our fifteenth marriage
anniversary on Christmas Eve. The blissful peace and
deep happiness the day brings us are wonderful.
We've a lovely crib and a beautiful Christmas tree
which the children put up for us, and they had a
Christmas
party
with
some
nice
presents
this
afternoon. I can't bear to remember what it was like
last year.
the
201
evening
was
at
prof.
Janez
Grum's
wedding
We Slovenes
P A R T
E M I G R A T I O N
not an end,
but a beginning.
C H A P T E R
1 4
The Perniseks board the train for Italy and arrive two
days later at a transit camp near Turin, where they
wait for two weeks.
One afternoon they visit the
Basilica of Dom Bosco, founder of the Salesian Order,
and
a
settlement
of
Catholic
philanthropy,
Cottolengo's House of Divine Providence.
They travel to Genoa and board the American Liberty ship
S.S. Holbrook.
Mrs Pernisek falls dangerously ill
with jaundice and is carried to the sick-bay, where a
Russian woman in the bed opposite her dies of
pneumonia.
Fearful, Pernisek and the two children
attend the Russian Orthodox funeral rites.
Mrs
Pernisek recovers and they arrive on Saturday 5th
February at Buenos Aires, disembark and go to the
accommodation reserved at the "Immigrants' Hotel".
343
At
3rd
January.
The journey was unpleasant because the
heating didn't reach the end carriages of the very
long steam train. We travelled cold, and all the way
through Italy didn't get any hot food or drink
because we weren't allowed to leave the train, but
were guarded strictly by Italian carabiniere who
weren't kind at all.
The sky was overcast and the
countryside covered with snow: we stood at stations
for long periods, thirsty, longing for a hot drink,
with Italian police guarding us so that no one was
allowed to leave, nor could anyone approach us.
We
moved mainly at night and were freezing, as cold as
kittens.
4th
The
January.
I'm bored doing nothing.
It must be
beautiful here in the spring as there's a large,
wooded park, but now the trees are bare, the beds and
lawns covered with snow. There are high hills in the
distance, one with a large and prominent castle. In
the park I met some Slovene students from Graz, very
interesting, serious lads.
Ciko Skebe was the most
amusing, constantly cracking jokes and pulling
people's legs. Very pleasant!
10th January.
There are rumours we won't be here long,
but will soon depart for the promised land.
11th
January.
The list of people for Argentina was
posted, my family is on it. We leave the camp on the
14th for Genoa, and on the 15th board the American
military transport ship Holbrook.
well warmed.
We had a comfortable compartment for
eight people, and our group was composed of our
family, the parish priest Martin Rados and two
sisters - congenial company, apart from Father
Rados's severe cough. We slept very little.
Monday, 17th January. We reach Genoa harbour at 6 but are
not allowed out, and armed police immediately guard
the train.
At 8 the dockers start loading our
baggage onto the ship Holbrook which is moored in
front of us.
Then we're told to get off the train
and line up according to the numbers given us by IRO
officials. We step forward to receive our passports
and, with these in our hands, proceed in line into a
large hall.
There the harbour police checked our
passports again, and our hearts almost stopped
beating at this last police check on European soil.
Everything went fine, everyone was very polite, they
had no list of wanted people.
We boarded by a long gangway and members of the crew
examined our passports once again.
It was all done
very calmly, politely, quickly.
They separated the
men from the women, the men going to the male section
and the women to large communal dormitories prepared
with comfortable beds and clean, new, fresh linen.
We parked our hand luggage and went to rest for a
little on our beds. So here we are for a few weeks
in our new, comfortable, hard home on the waves.
*Slowly we crept on deck, where more and more people were
gathering.
People were also crowding onto the
harbour pier. We wait for the ship to move. I watch
the sailors inspecting the heavy ropes with which the
ship is attached to the tugs, which are ready to take
the strain.
Then "Let go anchor" and we hear a
monstrous roar. After the rattle of the heavy chains
subsides the ship begins to vibrate and we hear the
noise of the engines, which shake the ship as it
glides silently and slowly out of the harbour.* The
pier recedes and people wave us goodbye.
People's faces have turned serious and sad and most are
crying. Goodbye, homeland, goodbye our land and the
old world, goodbye our beloved parents. Slowly, very
slowly, the ship slides forward through the water and
the grey hill falls further and further behind and
grows more and more grey.
The tugs guide our
leviathan quietly and cautiously, now and then
changing direction to left or right, one tug
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26th
January.
It
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sticky
night
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homeland,
was
Argentina
The refugees were nothing if not articulate.
While
it was still in progress, they published their
perceptions of the event of supreme importance to
them, their emigration, which of course amounted to
their successful survival as a community.
I begin
this chapter with extracts from the relevant chapter
of the Free Slovenia Almanac for 1950. It discusses
why most of those in Italy and Austria put Argentina
as their first preference, and lists the areas where
they settle.
The Pernisek and Kremzar families then give their
experiences as immigrants, followed by the Bohinc
family of eight and Stanko Jerebic who arrives on his
own.
They are followed by Jorge Vorsic, after a year of
engineering studies at Graz University: Mariano
Loboda, for whom Argentina is the only chance because
he has his mother with him: Stane Snoj, for whom the
contrast between Argentina and home is so traumatic
that he would if possible return to Europe by the
next boat; and architect Bozidar Bajuk, who tells his
family's story from Slovenia right through to
Argentina.
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The Free Slovenia Almanac for 1950 202 records the preparations
for emigration up to the end of 1949:
The groups in Italy decided almost unanimously to emigrate
to Argentina for several reasons.
The allied
authorities were very anxious to relieve Italy of the
refugee
burden,
and
Argentina
was
the
first
government to open its doors in a hospitable manner
to the Slovenes and simplify its official entry
regulations.
Conditions
were
reported
to
be
favourable, especially for workers, with enough jobs
and reasonable rates of pay, and there were countless
opportunities for anyone fit and prepared to work,
with an economy developing at a steady pace and a
cultural life reviving.
Most settlers remained in
Buenos Aires, where it was easiest to find jobs, and
in spite of a desperate housing shortage the Slovenes
are step by step approaching an acceptable standard
of living.
Substantial groups have dispersed over the enormous
country to Tierra del Fuego, Comodoro Rivadavia,
Miramar, Mar del Sur, Chapadmalal, San Luis, Cordobo
and in particular Mendoza, where there is the largest
and best developed Slovene settlement outside Buenos
Aires.
Smaller groups have settled in Chile,
Ecuador, Venezuela and Peru, with a few in Brazil and
Paraguay.
While this was happening immigration arrangements to the
USA, Canada, Britain and Australia also matured.
Canada in particular has accepted a good number of
young Slovenes and they have organised themselves
there well, establishing a sound economic base for
their future and starting up cultural and religious
activities.
IRO has arranged transport, a boon for
our families who could never have paid on their own.
Our people started arriving in Argentina in very small
groups, a couple on the 25 January 1947, six more six
weeks later, another six after five weeks and so on.
The Immigrants' Hotel was not opened to refugees
until September, and till then the only spot, where
new arrivals could lay down their bundles and seize
any work they could find next day, was a modest guest
house on Austria Street.
Large-scale transports
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Stevard
Sturgis
Bundy
Heinzelman
Olimpia
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183
244
Ravello
Sturgis
Black
Holbrook
Langfitt
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installed.
By the time the factory opened I could
work as well as the others, making fine cloths for
suits and overcoats for the local market and export,
and I still possess a union card as a cashmere
weaver.
From the beginning I combined work with study. I attended
a business administration course to improve my
Spanish, and this taught me both the language and
book-keeping, of which I knew absolutely nothing.
When I asked if I could inscribe at the university on
the strength of my European certificates of secondary
education they told me I'd have to follow a lengthy
procedure to get them recognised, sending them
successively to the Ministry of the Interior, the
Foreign Ministry, the Austrian Foreign Ministry in
Vienna, the Austrian Ministry of the Interior and
finally the University of Graz.
The Rector had to
certify the authenticity of the documents and they
had to return the same way.
I thought they'd been
lost by the time I was told by the Ministry of the
Interior
to collect them.
It took a year and the
certificates returned with annexes attached, covered
with seals and signatures, each certifying the
authenticity of the signatures on the previous
document.
So now I could enrol with the National
College
of
Buenos
Aires
to
take
examinations
equivalent to the baccalaureate, pass them in a year
and
complete
my
secondary
education
following
Argentinean requirements.
I was still working as a weaver by day and studying at
night and week-ends, and was told when I applied to
the University Faculty of Economics and Commerce I'd
have to pass some more examinations in commerce, for
which I needed another year of secondary studies.
Eventually, after four years, I was able to enrol and
return to the university.
Now I had to find an office job near the university if I
was to be able to study. This brought with it a new
problem, because I'd earn less in an office than as a
textile operative; so I asked mother how much I'd
need to earn for the four of us to live as modestly
as possible. A North American firm offered me a job,
but the salary was fifty pesos less than the minimum
mother set. I told the personnel director the extra
money was essential and he said if I worked well I'd
be earning as much or more in a few months.
I
insisted I had to have the money at once but he
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They were good employers, and the room
where I worked was alright with about eight girls,
all Argentineans.
The other Slovene girl worked in
the next room. I also remained in the house until I
married, although no longer working for the knitting
factory: we shared the rent.
I first met Marko in Spittal. I didn't know him well, he
was just one of many students.
We continued in
Argentina the pattern well established in Slovenia
and continued in Austria, of girls limiting their
circles of friends to fellow girls and boys to boys,
until the boys were old enough to start work and
enjoy an income sufficient for them to contemplate
marriage.
But every Saturday and Sunday we went to
our church and were there all day. We had Mass and
meetings.
The girls felt secure, knowing it was
probable they'd marry; they wanted to marry and have
their own families, but didn't feel any urgency for
finding a man: in the natural course of events a man
would probably find them! In my circle of friends at
church gradually one and then another found a boy
friend and went off and got married, and this was a
natural progression. I was in about the middle. But
there was a group of girls who didn't marry because
the domobranci were killed.
Some of them continued
to live with a brother or sister who was married, and
some are living alone today. Of the nine living in
the Convikt only one became a nun, and only two
remained unmarried.
So 20% remained unmarried, and
many of those who didn't marry are now teachers.
Ten days before the SS Holbrook left Genoa with the Perniseks
and the Kremzars, The SS Black left with the eight members of
the Bohinc family. Juliana Bohinc tells their story:
Every
great demand.
I was reminded of this in the Plaza
Britanica, when I was accosted by a gentleman with a
very thick beard and loud voice who saw me
gesticulating and asked if I spoke Italian. With the
aid of the language of Dante we agreed that next day
he'd meet with me and four more lads, all experienced
carpenters, to go to a neighbourhood they were
building in the suburb of Lanus. I didn't have much
difficulty recruiting my team, one of whom had in
fact attended courses in carpentry at Spittal refugee
camp.
It isn't easy to improvise skills in carpentry and our job
at the site wasn't likely to prove very long-lived.
So I leafed through the classified advertisements of
a German newspaper and found what I was looking for,
a coffin factory requiring precisely five carpenters,
and thither we went.
While they finished building
the factory, the good man sent us out without comment
to five small workshops for us to study the
difference between European and local coffins.
He
sent me to a small undertaker who made coffins for
use in his own business.
He was smart enough to
realise I wouldn't be a conspicuous acquisition as a
carpenter but might be useful preparing corpses for
the death vigil. I didn't object as it provided me
with the means to eat, and was anyhow not unrelated
to my admission to the medical faculty of the
University of Graz some months earlier.
I continued to leaf through the German-language paper. I
went in tie and polished shoes to offer my services
to a firm advertising for a book-keeper, as by that
time I'd completed eight lessons in book-keeping at a
Pitman School.
I'll never forget the accountant's
guffaws when I told him of my professional skills,
but there's another thing I'll never forget: how the
good man stayed behind after work every day to teach
me, then let me take over the books after a few
months and praised the quality of my work. I stayed
five years and learnt enough Spanish and book-keeping
to justify my existence.
Curiously, in spite of the difficulties we had finding
work, it was those first years that led me to devote
myself to cultural, and especially theatrical,
activities within our community, as if the small seed
of creativity sown in the refugee camps burgeoned
into fullness after the many years of silence imposed
on us by the occupiers. The community activities of
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Canada
The Free Slovenia Almanac for 1949 and 1950 describes
the Slovenes' first two years in Canada and records
their
emotions
and
perceptions
at
the
time.
Individuals follow with their own family histories.
First a sister, her brother and her future husband,
whose first jobs are domestic worker, farm labourer
and railway and forestry worker; and then a married
couple
who
eventually
establish
themselves
as
surveyor and librarian.
Another family group follows, composed of two
engineering students, formerly close colleagues and
friends at the University of Graz, and the two
sisters they are soon to marry in Canada. And then a
succession of individuals who illustrate Slovene
resilience and the variety of occupations they adopt,
including
draughtsman
and
technical
designer,
physician, Archbishop and teacher.
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with
then stopped.
At that time it was like you get
married and you have a family.
That followed
naturally, so we had a family. I didn't need to go
out to work to supplement our income: my husband
bought a house and we rented out upstairs, so we got
some income and were able to get by.
Marija mentions that her brother emigrated three months before
her. Now the Rev. Professor Josef Plevnik, S.J., he describes
his first years in Canada:
We came over on the ship Saturnia which was the Italians'
big liner, confiscated by the Americans as part of
war reparations.
The upper decks were luxury and
they still had Italians and others there, and the
lower deck was for the refugees. Steerage. When we
came to Halifax the first impression of Canada wasn't
very good because we couldn't see for fog: Halifax
harbour can be that way. Then they processed us and
I was the interpreter; I did my best but missed a few
things of course.
That first night in Halifax harbour, there are quarters
where they take these newcomers, refugees.
They
locked the doors on us and there was a panic amongst
the Slovenians. They said, "they brought us way here
to Halifax, and now they have us". So the mistrust,
you know, was there.
They were never totally sure
whether you're really free or not free, even at that
point. Though it sounds crazy that's the way it was,
a moment of panic. All they wanted was to keep these
guys together, not to wander round: they didn't want
to hunt them next day all over the city!
They
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enough or
cards, so
could buy
Life was
where?
Would she come down?
She had her mother
there and her sister ... quite a force! I knew how
that country looks, but for her it'd be a bit of a
shock, and the immigration law in Canada was that
females could get anybody over as long as they
married. Marriage was the key.
My first Canadian job was with Shell in Montreal. It was
very difficult to get work: I applied to over fifty
companies, not blindly, and the answer was, "no
vacancies available" though they were actually
advertising for staff. The Technical Service Council
was one of the organisations looking for people - and
they were the first that started doubting. "Oh! ho!"
they said, "they didn't give you a job and here you
are back again looking for one?
How come?"
The
National Employment Office was a company doing the
same thing.
I got the information from the
blackboard.
Imperial were looking for twenty
chemists, and Colgate for twelve, and all the rest,
and they replied in the same breath, "no vacancies".
Now what the hell's going on?
Finally I hit it.
An
Irishman working for a paper company said, "we need a
chemist and can't get one. I'll ask for you." And
how I knew this guy?
Maria's mother cleaned their
house now and then, and he was a chemist. He comes
back and tells me no, but then his wife couldn't be
quiet: she squeaked! She said the boss told him they
didn't hire foreigners or Catholics.
Imperial the same, I found out from the office. I found
from Shell they wouldn't have hired me three or four
years ago and wouldn't have hired a French chemist
either.
But they were strapped: Shell was doubling
the refinery's capacity and hired chemical engineers
to be ready by the time this happened, and in
desperation took anybody who'd come along. And maybe
the policy had changed at the top, because after all
you can be racial up to a point and for so long, and
then it doesn't work any more. But even then, they
couldn't overcome this business suddenly.
At that
time DP was a bad word.
When you go through
powerless in life it hurts, but it's minor.
You
expect that.
At my last position - I told the
youngsters about this and they said, we don't believe
it. Because the situation is different today.
I don't know of anybody in our group from Graz who went to
Australia.
One is in Venezuela, Vovk, and a number
are in Argentina, Buenos Aires mainly. All the rest
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could see from the kitchen into the living room and
from the bathroom!
Life was very difficult for,
maybe, the first ten years of our marriage. You see
even after I was a technician at the university I was
poorly paid. This was a temporary job, I was never
sure of anything, so because of that I also had to
decide .. well, I had to do something else, and then
I went back to classes: I started to study and my
boss there, beside Dr. Musgrave, the dean of that
department, he said, OK I will help you, and he gave
me a job paying $2000 as a librarian in his
department which was very nice: you see, that job
wasn't very demanding, I was able to study at that
time.
And he helped me: I had only $2000 to look
after nine kids; I already had the whole family by
that time. But when I started to teach, from then on
things improved.
By that time I already built the
second house, myself again, and then we built the
third one, and from then it was much easier.
All
loss.
Of my brothers and sisters, Andrew, the one who got lost,
is working in Toronto.
He didn't study far around,
and he's a shipper in a biscuits company: he's
married and has three sons.
The youngest brother
stayed at home and died two years ago. I sponsored
my two sisters to come to Canada after about ten or
twelve years.
They were both married at that time,
and the two girls and their husbands came over and
are living now very close to me in Guelph.
The older one, who was fourteen at the time, married a
tailor and then he died from heart failure and she's
on her own now.
She has three children, they're
married and so on. The younger one married a cabinet
maker: she went to Germany first and he established
himself there in the same trade.
Then she came to
Canada and he established his own company, and now he
has a small company here in Guelph.
They've two
children, they're in school now. One is helping him
in the shop, the other one is in school.
They're
doing fine.
Nobody is starving now, we're all well
off - well off, I mean, comfortably, I don't say I'm
well off! But comfortable. Traditionally with nine
children one should have gone into the church, but
nothing happened this time, not even a nun! However,
one is very religious, maybe too much.
Sometimes
when you're like this, you're more catholic than the
Pope. But OK, we get along anyway.
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Britain
We
entered
England
as
European
Volunteer
Workers.
Technically we had to remain in the same employment
for two years, and after that we were free. We only
have ,2.50 a week but we have twice a year holiday
separate, and also wherever they went, we go.
Oh
yes, we know Scotland very well, and Norfolk, Cromer.
When they have holidays we take the children with us.
The children, a nanny, my sister and home help, went
on the night train, and Mrs Steers and I would go by
car, a miniminor, with all the luggage.
We would
stop and spend the night at Darlington and then the
next day continue.
We stay in Dunbar.
Mrs. Steer
have four sisters, one married to a Harley Street
doctor, another working in the Home Office, and we
each year holiday in Scotland, and we was living in a
castle!
And every family brings a cook with them,
they were all working. Oh, we have unbelievable, it
was a dream life we have in Cambridge.
And
So you can see from all this we telling you that she was
really marvellous, a mother, and every night she go
kiss her children and she come in and kiss us
goodnight and we would have radio on and she would
say good night darlings, and she'd kiss us both.
Every night.
That
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The next day we went to the Court where we met the King
and received a silver and gold medallion of Peter II.
We visited the grave of King Peter's father and went
to the theatre, to the Mint and to the airport to see
the first German Junkers passenger plane.
Every
night we went to the Court to visit the King.
The
final day there was an assembly of ambassadors to the
Court, and it was a really beautiful evening, with
Court music and presents from the Queen Mother. The
press had been with us all along, and Fox Movietone
News were filming. It was a fantastic experience.
During the summer I travelled a lot, learning about people
and life; I cycled along the Dalmatian coast and in
late summer I used to climb, as well as participating
in athletics and winter sports. Unfortunately when I
started medicine in Ljubljana the war began in the
spring of 1941 and we were occupied by the Italians.
They let us study for about two years and then the
university was closed.
We students were helping in
various hospital departments; I was working in the
Eye Department with the famous Professor Jevse, who
had
an
international
reputation
and
was
very
encouraging to young people.
Unfortunately I was
taken to a concentration camp in Gonars, Italy, in
1942, and when Italy collapsed in 1943 the Germans
occupied us.
Once again we were working with the
underground, helping in hospitals and treating people
who had been involved in fighting against the Nazis,
the Communists and the Fascists.
The war taught me a lot about psychiatry, particularly in
the concentration camp, when men's masks dropped, and
you see each man as he really is.
There were both
university professors and road sweepers who were most
helpful and real people; while others, without their
masks, weren't really the people we had been seeing
before.
I spent a week in the death cell at
Ljubljana.
They said that if any Italian was shot
outside, they would take people from our cell to
shoot
them.
We
were
hostages.
It
seems
unbelievable, but we became stoically indifferent.
They would come at 4 am and call out names and these
people would be taken out and we just put their names
on the wall and went to sleep. Everybody who walked
out neither cried nor swore - just defiantly walked
out.
When we were being taken to the camp they chained us
together and put us in cattle trucks. We sang on our
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. Bishop Rozman.
As
Committees.
He was Vice-President 1981-1983 and an
outstanding
Chairman
of
the
Section
for
the
Psychiatry of Mental Handicap when he was a pivotal
force both within and without the College in
establishing the specialty of the Psychiatry of
Mental Handicap on a firm footing at a time when its
very survival was being seriously questioned.
The
four years of his Chairmanship 1979-1983 saw a
remarkable turn-around from uncertainty, low morale
and apathy to a new found enthusiasm, optimism and
improved recruitment with mental handicap once again
raised to a high profile.
A much loved figure in Bristol where he was consultant at
the Stoke Park Hospital Group for 25 years until his
retirement
in
1985,
Joze,
together
with
his
colleagues, built on the long and distinguished
tradition which Bristol has in research and service
provision
in
mental
handicap,
pioneering
new
approaches and establishing an enviable service with
some of the best facilities in the country.
Equally
active
and
influential
at
national
and
international level, he was a member of the Mental
Health Act Commission from its inception, Chairman of
the Mental Health Group of the British Medical
Association, Council Member and Chairman of the
Research Committee of the International Association
for the Scientific Study of Mental Deficiency and a
Member of Council of the Psychiatric Section of the
Royal Society of Medicine. A researcher himself he
has contributed extensively to the literature on
mental handicap and is author and co-author of a
number of books and chapters and many scientific
papers.
His book with Dr Eastham on Clinical
Pathology in Mental Retardation is a recognised
classic which has been translated into Italian.
Joze
On the 15th March classes started and for the first time
they dressed me in a white dust-coat, the primary
school uniform, and the first expressions we were
taught were, "good morning" and "I don't understand".
At eight one adapts very quickly to new ways of
learning and those first years of primary school are
a mass of beautiful memories, of happiness and
enthusiasm.
As children we always felt "different"
and I didn't like this at first, but it became more
bearable as time passed and in the end it changed
into pride and a part of our personality which
continued to mature, within the aim of always
excelling.
We four brothers followed secondary studies in the Central
University College, which had a bias towards the
humanities.
At the same time, and particularly on
Saturdays, we took part in the meetings and cultural
activities of the Slovenian Society of Mendoza, where
we had contact with the mother tongue and the
history, geography and culture of the fatherland.
Speaking in Slovene was always encouraged at home.
Reading took the place of systematic study of Slovene
grammar and made it possible not only to preserve the
language but also the love of Slovene culture.
Our
parents
encouraged
us
to
integrate
into
the
institutions of the new environment in which we were
growing up, and we took part in the religious
institutions, student organisations and all the
cultural life of Mendoza.
Each of us chose his own university career with complete
freedom.
Father divided his day between work as a
bricklayer and activities for the Slovene Society,
the choir, youth and student organisations, Slovene
language classes and the many tasks linked to his
love of country.
Because of the costs of our
studies, ours was the last family that arrived in
Mendoza to achieve its own house.
Our life at university progressed. Marcos, the oldest, in
the agricultural faculty, where he's continued as its
professor of Special Agriculture; Jorge, the third,
completed medical studies and works as a clinician
and surgeon; while Andres has devoted himself to
economics.
For seventeen years he's been based on
Washington and worked with the BID (the Interamerican
Bank of Development) and will move to Paris, where
he'll be responsible for the management of the
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