The Boxer's Story: Fighting for My Life in the Nazi Camps

The Boxer's Story: Fighting for My Life in the Nazi Camps

Nathan Shapow

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 1849541906

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Once in a while there comes along a story so powerful and so emotive that it makes you rethink your own values. This is the story of Nathan Shapow, a young Latvian, born in Riga, with nothing more on his mind than becoming a world-renowned boxer. However, the sound of jackboots marching across Europe and the systematic extermination of the Jews put an end to his boxing dreams. He was to fight a different sort of fight: one for survival. The prize? His life. Seeing his youth disappear in the squalor of the ghettos and the horror of the concentration camps, Nathan fell back on his previous existence to sustain him. The years of training, the running, the speed of work, the three-round amateur fights in the gym, the street fights in Riga, and the sheer competitive nature he developed saved him on more than one occasion, especially when he was forced to box for his life against a top German fighter in a concentration camp. The Boxer's Story is an extraordinary and powerful true story that reads like a thriller. It will deeply affect everyone who reads it.

Nathan Shapow was born in Riga, Latvia, and survived various camps including Birkenau and Stutthoff. After the war he went to Palestine, where he fought for the creation of Israel. He lives in Los Angeles, California, with his wife and family.

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Body, hooking my arms under his shoulders and dragging him out of the house. Hoffman left a fitting monument to himself: a wet stain where he had voided his bowels as his brain caved in. I hauled him deep into the darkening streets, my ears alert for the slightest sound. I knew if I heard anyone approaching there would be no time to see if it was friend or foe. I would have to just drop the corpse where it was and disappear. The further I took him away from my room the calmer I felt. At last,.

To humiliate and to make an example of me. The SS man used their traditional punishment rod, made of flexible steel and covered in rubber to beat me and I soon began to lose count in a haze of pain. My vision blurred as the rod struck and I gasped for breath, trying to keep count of the lashes. But the searing pain of each blow brought me close to losing consciousness, and I missed count several times. I was out of my mind. I didn’t know who I was or where I was. I couldn’t walk because I was.

Spinning, manufacturing weapons, and manning other key industries essential to the war effort. The main camps were around fifty kilometres from Krakow with forty-five satellite camps, some as far away as 10 kilometres, with prisoner populations ranging from a few score up to many thousands. There were even women’s sub-camps at places like Plawy, Zabrze, Budy, Rajsko, Gleiwitz and Lichtenwerden. Those are the basic facts, but the full truth tells of many different horror stories such as the.

Time allotted. The Russians maintained the figure was between 2.5 and 4 million but further investigations concluded that the real figure was somewhere over one million, including 960,000 Jewish deaths. We had little food at Auschwitz and the future looked grim but then, suddenly, I was transferred to Bergen-Belsen, perhaps the most notorious of the German concentration camps, where 35,000 died of typhus, including Ann Frank and her sister Margot, as the war came to its conclusion. Another.

Camps. Deir Yassin was retaliation for four months of attacks, not just the slaughter of the innocents at the factory, as the Arab forces led by the influential Abdel Kader el-Husseini, who were fighting in the battle at Castel, had dug trenches and formed a local guard force with forty men on duty every night. It was hardly a simple village and the fighting was bitter. From that day onwards the Arabs started calling us Devils, saying that true Jews would not do what we had done. Even the Jewish.

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