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 Deutscher Samen SS Chapter 5b
   The Affidavit, taken at Nuremberg 1946 by Natalya ------ (Last name
withheld.)
   I was a Violinist with the Kiev Symphony Orchestra and I had once had
high hopes for both my young twin daughters who then at sixteen had shown
exceptional skill for their age and had only recently accompanied myself in
a performance with the full orchestra but that was before the war.
   In 1941 the City of Kiev had born the brunt of the German blitzkrieg and
had been under merciless and steady bombardment for months.  Many had
managed to escape the German encirclement only to die of starvation, but
with two young girls I considered the risk of staying less than that of
trying to escape in the open.  As fate would have it despite our trials we
survived when many did not.
   Our four-story apartment block of which the upper levels had been
reduced to rubble by bombs and shellfire was still our home, a few of us
still clung to life in what remained of the lower part of the building.
   If there were a lull in the shelling we would go into what remained of
our flat for the few comforts it still offered, when the bombs began to
fall we would go into our cellar for safety.  It wasn't safe to venture out
for any reason and we were constantly reminded by the smell of the many
rotting bodies that lay scattered in the streets that were strewn with
rubble and debris from the incessant bombing and shelling.  Rumours began
to circulate that the Germans had now surrounded the city and there was no
escape left and nothing anyone could do but pray.
   It all seems like a nightmare now.  How we survived I will never know,
so many of our neighbours had been killed just going about their everyday
lives.
   And then finally the day came that we all dreaded.  It was September 26,
1941, when the guns stopped firing and an eerie silence settled over the
City our troops had surrendered, the Germans had entered Keiv.  The three
of us knelt by the broken window and said our rosary.  I prayed to God to
help us stay strong and to keep us together no matter what happened.
   Later that sunny morning a column of German tanks rumbled down our
street towards the City centre.  This was followed half an hour later by
more lorries full of German troops, all continued past.  Then about 11.00am
a troop truck stopped directly outside our building, spilling out at least
fifty German soldiers.  The truck then moved slowly on and with a loud
hailer they informed us that our troops had surrendered and that all
civilians had one hour to evacuate the buildings left standing, which would
then be demolished.
   All were to assemble in the local square where we would be collected for
resettlement.  I made the sign of the cross and kissed my two daughters.
   I was fearful for my girls; rumours were that the Germans were raping
all the women and shooting the men!  I had no idea what the day held in
store but decided we had better be prepared.  It had been ages since we had
been able to bath ourselves properly but I managed to bring up a couple of
buckets of water from a broken water pipe and we sponged ours bodies and
washed our faces of the dust and grime that settled everywhere each time a
shell had exploded.  I dressed the girls, brushed their hair, put them in
their best cotton frocks and added a cardigan, a woollen overcoat and
scarf.
   We gathered our few treasured possessions and packed them into three
small suitcases, mainly what we had left of our food, some extra warm
clothes and some sheet music.  Last but not least we took our precious
violins.
   The girls looked radiant if that was possible on such a fateful day.  I
was so proud of them, their red hair shone in the sunlight against their
pale complexions.
   Down the street I could see lines of people coming up from cellars
carrying improvised white flags and making their way down to the square. 
German soldiers walked arrogantly up and down the street guns at the ready.
Soon a great number of people had gathered in the square many were sobbing
uncontrollably.  There were many rumours going the rounds as to what would
happen to us.  Some said we would all be sent to work camps in Germany,
others said that they had heard of death camps and that no one would ever
return.
   We were totally at the mercy of the soldiers and quite literally shaking
in our boots.
   A number of Germans were now organising us into lines, while more
soldiers walked up and down screaming to us to be quite and follow orders.
I told Galina and Tatiana to hold hands, stay close and to not to be
separated under any circumstances.  As each person was processed they were
formed into lines and marched away, some said to the railway station to be
sent to Germany, others were being loaded into lorries.  As our turn was
nearing and we moved closer to the end of the line I could see that a
number of officers sat at different improvised desks.  Some were dressed in
dirty grey uniforms of the Wehrmacht; they had obviously come straight from
the front line.  Behind them stood higher-ranking officers smoking, some in
new grey uniforms some wearing long black leather coats with the skull and
cross-bone symbol on their hats.  I learned later that these men were the
men of the SS!
   Here and there along the line the SS soldiers were pulling out those
they suspected to be Jews, young and old were stripped naked and beaten
front and back with cane sticks.  If any displayed the slightest sign of
resistance their punishment grew increasingly severe.  Those who fell were
kicked until they either stood up or passed out, those who did were dragged
away to an uncertain fate.
   I saw many desperate poor naked women whose breasts hung black and blue,
a deliberate target for the young Germans who found it most amusing.
   I was beside myself with fear but held my girls close and covered their
eyes trying to give them courage.  Eventually it was our turn at the desk,
the officer in charge spoke in a monotone disinterested voice without
looking up, in perfect Russian he enquired," Passport, name, age, address,
occupation." It wasn't until I had given my occupation as musician that he
paused and looked up at me.
   I was not sure if I had said something wrong but I put both my arms
around my girls and desperately said, "We are all together, please don't
hurt us these are my precious daughters!" I could see him slowly looking
the three of us up and down.  He muttered something to himself, half turned
and called to the two officers talking behind him.  They spoke in German
for a few minutes before the man wearing the black uniform approached me.
He was tall slim and blonde with a chiselled jaw and a duelling scar on his
cheek I will never forget him.  He stared intently into my eyes without
expression for what must have been only seconds but seemed like hours, then
he spoke again to the officer at the desk who told me in Russian, "Take off
your scarf," which I did, my auburn hair falling to my shoulders, then
"Remove your coat" which I did as well.
   The German officer in black then reached over and grasped my right
breast painfully, a slow sadistic smile came over his face as he gripped it
tight in his hand and pulled me towards him.  Then just as suddenly he then
relaxed his grasp and bounced it on the palm of his hand.  At the same time
he ran his left hand down the contours of my body and felt the crack
between my bottom.
   I looked at him trembling with foreboding.  I shut my eyes; I was
absolutely beside myself with fear!
   He then turned and focused his attention on my girls; I was praying that
he wouldn't touch my two daughters.  But he just laughed and spoke again in
German.  "Dieses Maedchen hat zwei schoene Titten und richtig breite
Hueften, die so aussehen, als koennte es noch zwei oder drei Kinder
gebaeren, sogar Zwillinge.."
   I didn't understand what was said, but then he suddenly seemed to loose
interest.  He let go of my breast, slapped my bottom and a young German
soldier moved forward pushing the three of us to one side with his rifle
butt and pointed towards a nearby truck.  Another young German then spoke
to us, this time respectfully in Russian, he led us over and helped us
climb into the back.  I was relieved that we had not been hurt and apart
from myself being a little bruised and humiliated were not being treated
too badly.
   As we clambered aboard I noticed that there were already about ten
rather striking looking women sitting sheepishly inside.  We sat down on
our suitcases or bundles in silence wondering what was going to happen
next. Five or six hours past as more women were slowly added until the
truck was crowded and full.  Many spoke of being molested by the officers;
some had even had to remove their blouses and bras right in the middle of
the street in full view of everyone!  One poor woman was bought to the
truck sobbing with her blouse and bra torn, her large left breast was
completely exposed and embarrassingly hung free until some generous soul
felt sorry for her and gave her a spare blouse.
   It had been a humiliating experience for me but after listening to the
experienced of the other women it was obvious that we had got off lightly.
About five in the afternoon a German soldier brought us a four-litre drum
of water and a couple of mugs.  It was all we had for our journey that was
to take twenty-four hours.  We were all cramped, hungry and tired and going
to who knows where.  When we next heard German voices we had reached our
destination.  It was early morning cold and misty and as I looked out from
between a gap in the canvas cover on our truck I could see that we were in
some sort of camp.  It was surrounded by barbed wire with guard towers the
whole area was being bathed in the light of a number of searchlights.  I
shielded my eyes from the glare but I could hear many German voices
shouting Schnell!  Schnell!  Schnell!  The gates were opened and our truck
entered.  We stopped in front of a building with a sign that read
"Reception" in Russian.  The truck backboards were lowered and as I jumped
down I could now make out that there were three trucks and as all
disembarked I estimated there were about 150 women.  German soldiers were
everywhere and we were all being pushed and prodded in the one direction,
Most were serious and soldierlike but a few of the young ones laughed and
made rude signs with their fingers.
   Inside the reception room everyone was once again organised into lines
and each interviewed again by a German officer, but this time there were
different questions, even regarding our menstruation periods, which I found
embarrassing and offensive.  Everyone was being measured and weighed as
well, all highly unusual.
   Many women were asked to remove their blouses and bras during this
process, they were left standing trying to cover themselves with their
hands in full view of men.  I could see that others, mainly very young
girls being taken behind a thin cotton screen that gave practically no
privacy.
   They began to cry as they were made take off their clothes.
   What was going on?
   All the young girls were terrified and many urinated uncontrollably
while nurses busied themselves cleaning up the mess.  I discovered later
that they were being examined to verify their virginity, a shocking
experience for a young girl of twelve or thirteen.  It was complete chaos
and I was mystified as to what was happening or why.
   Gradually we were all processed and mysteriously sent through one of two
doors but when it was our turn, thankfully we were not asked to undress. 
After a brief conversation between two soldiers an officer intervened and
we were escorted outside and taken by car to a building approximately 500
metres away.  There we were given a room with bunk beds and best of all a
bath with warm water.  We were relieved, as it seemed that providence had
intervened once again, we were being given special treatment but I did not
understand why.  It appeared that the Germans were not so bad after all; a
little later a man brought in a tray of bread, cheese, sausage and milk, he
told us the camp Commandant requested our company at 9.00 am in the
morning.
   He then very politely wished us goodnight and locked the door.  That
evening we washed with real soap and ate every crumb of the food we had
been given, we had been practically starving.  Despite our apprehension we
slept well due to our utter exhaustion.  The next morning I woke the girls
and told them that they must be on their best behaviour and be very
respectful to the Germans and especially to the mysterious Doctor as our
lives may depend on it.
   We straightened our clothes as best we could and brushed our hair; I
pinched the girl's cheeks to bring a little colour into their pale
complexion.  At 8.50am there was a knock on our door, a tall nice looking
blonde German soldier dressed in black and in his early twenties opened the
door.  "Gutten Tag Frauliens" He introduced himself politely in perfect
Russian.  His name was Heinz.  I could see that he was mainly interested in
my two daughters; although he was polite to me he greeted them with a big
flirting smile.
   He told us that he would be our interpreter when we met the Doctor.  I
was nervous but sure everything would work out fine, after all everyone had
been so polite and nice since we arrived.  At 9.00am sharp Heinz knocked on
the door and led us in.  The Doctor spoke to Heinz who immediately chose a
phonograph record, it was Richard Wagner's Rheingold Opera and the stirring
music soon began to fill the room.
   There was a small table set with a tablecloth a silver teapot, china
cups with cake and bread.  Heinz introduced us to Herr Doctor.  He was tall
and slim with ice blue eyes and an aristocratic bearing, his close cropped
dark blonde hair was brushed back showing his receding hairline, he must
have been about forty.  We drank tea and a three way conversation ensured.
The Doctor was very civilized, knowledgeable and familiar with all the
modern and classical composers; the food was marvellous, we had not eaten
like that since long before the war.  The Doctor seemed a very agreeable
man we also talked about literature and he gave me a very interesting book
to read.  It was called 'The Foundations of the Nineteenth Century', It was
written in Russian but strangely by English writer, Houston Stewart
Chamberlain.
   I was quite taken by his good looks, his flattery and polite
conversation.  Heinz continued to make eyes and flirt with my two
daughters.
   It was then that the doctor said something that I thought for a moment I
had misunderstood.
   He said that if I consented to let him have intercourse with me our
privileged life could continue and if not then my daughters would be on
their own and at the mercy of the regular German soldiers!  I said
"Pardon?" I could not believe what I had just heard.  He then said quite
crudely, "Madam you are an attractive woman and I am going to fuck you with
or without your consent!  If you consent, your daughters will be taken
under my personal protection.  If not then they must be accommodated in the
barracks designated for virgins and young girls, they are virgins are they
not?
   I felt ill and began to shake.
   My girls were definitely virgins, they had not heard the conversation
and were looking out of the window happily chatting and eating the
chocolate that Heinz had given them.  I tried to keep my composure but I
was trembling so much I had to put gown my cup of tea.  I didn't know what
to say or do next.  I looked at my lovely young daughters; they were too
young and beautiful to have to suffer.  The Doctor just stared at me with
his blue eyes and said nothing for about five minutes.  When he spoke again
he said something about stepping next door to show him my repertoire.  I
knew then that I would have to do whatever he wished.
   I would do anything; I could not leave my daughters to such a fate.  I
couldn't help trembling, I took a deep breath and rose slowly out of my
chair, the Doctor stood as well and still polite took my hand and directed
me through adjoining double doors.  I looked back at my daughters who were
again flirting with Heinz, I told them to stay calm and not to worry and
that I would be back soon.
   As soon as we were alone the Doctor asked me to remove my underwear.  I
lifted my dress and pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.  He
then indicated that I was to sit on the desk and when I did so he lifted my
legs and held my knees wide apart.  I had never been so embarrassed in all
my life.  I was overwhelmed.  My sex was on display in front of this total
stranger.  The next thing I knew the Doctor dropped to his knees and began
to lick and suck on my vagina, not even my husband had ever done that to
me!
   I had been trembling with fear but now another emotion began to take
over.  I didn't understand but I was becoming sexually aroused.  I kept
telling him "Nyet, nyet, nyet," but I could feel my breath quickening.
   My body was betraying me, I hated what he was doing but I could feel
myself becoming wet between my legs.  The Doctor had noticed as well, he
stood and quickly undid his trousers took out his erect penis and thrust it
straight up into me.  My back arched and my whole body shook.  He began
thrusting into me again and again.  I could still hear my girls laughing
and giggling in the next room and only hoped they didn't hear me when I let
out a loud moan and shuddered spasmodically as an orgasm overwhelmed me. 
The Doctor smiled and remarked that he had just seeded my womb!
   I was frightened and confused, I had just been raped!
   I was just starting to get my wits together when the doctor had me get
down on my knees, he stood in front of me and offered me his half erect
penis.  It was still all wet with my juices and a drop of white sperm clung
to its head.  I knew what he wanted me to do but I just couldn't bring
myself to take it in my mouth.
   He then said something to me in German, but all I could understand was
Tatiana, Galina, Kaput!  I understood his meaning, I had no choice.  I
closed my eyes and put his penis in my mouth, it was the first time I had
ever tasted a man's sperm.
   "Schnell, schnell," he said.  I knew that this meant faster and I began
to quickly move my head up and down.
   Suddenly the doors swung open and there stood Heinz with my two
daughters one on each arm watching me suck this mans penis.  I was
horrified you can't imagine how ashamed I felt, I just wanted to die. 
"NYET," was all I could say.  I tried to rise and hit the Doctor with my
fists but he just pushed me back down laughing and said that I knew what
would happen if I didn't continue and that it was only right that my
daughters know the sacrifices their mother had to make on their behalf.
   I began to cry, there was just nothing I could do.  I am sure my
daughters would have been raped or worse then and there had I not
continued.
   Taking his penis once again I was determined to finish him off as soon
as possible.  Heinz was saying something to the girls but just at that
moment the doctor began to ejaculate into my mouth.  I gulped his warm
cream down as quickly as I could trying not to taste it.  As soon as he had
finished, he let me stand and became polite and gentle again, he said
something in German, took out a handkerchief, wiped his sperm off my chin
and kissed my cheek saying something like, "There, there that wasn't so
bad."
   I couldn't look at my girls.
   They stood wide-eyed, they were very innocent, and I don't think they
had ever seen an adult penis before and certainly not one erect.
   In silence we were escorted back to the room we had earlier left, while
all the time I could feel the Doctor's sperm seeping out of my vagina and
running down my legs.  The last thing Heinz said was that it "wasn't so
bad", and that "the Doctor was a good man and would not hurt us".  He left
us with a letter announcing that we would be required to give a violin
performance in two weeks time.  From that day on we were treated like on
the first day we arrived.  We had our own room and there was always bread
and coffee in the mornings and bread, sausage and cheese in the evening.  I
often relived that first meeting with the Doctor but never saw him again
until the day of the concert.  Heinz arrived with freshly laundered and
pressed clothes.  We were to change our clothes but we were to surrender
our underwear.  We arrived in the compound proper and began to set up with
a number of other musicians who were in a similar privileged situation as
ourselves.  No one seemed to want to talk and when I tried to question them
they purposely avoided me or shook their heads.
   It was the first time we had been back to the camp since our arrival, It
was a warm summers day and the concert was to be in the open on a small
stage set in a natural slopping amphitheatre.  There was bunting and lots
of small swastika flags.
   At precisely 11.00am the doors of hut number one opened and out came
approximately one hundred young women.  They wore no clothes at all! 
Actually they were no more than teens, all giggling and apparently not
concerned in the slightest that they were completely nude.  I was utterly
amazed!  It was like a nudist colony Next the doors of hut two opened and
out filed more women probably just a little older, but what was plainly
obvious was that all had the beginnings of a swollen belly; they were in
the early stages of pregnancy!  Now the doors of all the huts were open and
hundreds of women walked towards us taking up what they thought were the
best positions for the Concert, All were in some stage of pregnancy.  Last
to arrive were those most heavily pregnant who slowly waddled holding their
stretched bellies with one hand and using the other to strengthen their
back as their swollen breasts swayed from side to side.  The German nurses
helped some of those who had difficulty walking to one of the reserved
positions in the front row.  But what I could not get used to was the fact
that 80% of all the women were completely naked and made no effort what so
ever to cover their privates and only a small minority covered themselves
in any way.  Probably close to one thousand women were eventually seated on
the lawn before us.  I was simply astounded!  In fact apart from the
Germans soldiers, guards, male staff and female nurses, I think the
musicians were the only ones who wore clothes, even if it was just a simple
dress without underwear.
   The concert was a success, at least every one clapped even the German
soldiers although it was hard to get used to an audience of naked women. 
After the event we were allowed to mix with the audience and I recognised
some of the women who had arrived with us on the truck from Kiev.  They sat
with a small blanket that they wrapped around their lower half or placed
between their legs, giving them some degree of modesty but still leaving
their breasts exposed.
   They told me that it was not possible to cover themselves completely as
the blanket they had been given was too small and there seemed little point
anyway, the Germans did what ever they wished and at any time and as far as
any degree of modesty went they were all women together and all in the same
situation.
   They went on to explain how they were systematically taken six at a time
on the night of their arrival, secured into position and six young naked
men emerged from a side room with their penises already erect.  There was
little they could do except beg and protest which had absolutely no effect
whatsoever.
   Those who had missed out on the first night were raped over the next
week, many a number of times.  The men who had done it were all over six
foot and blonde their penises were huge and thick and many of the smaller
women just couldn't accommodate them, some had been left injured.  All
agreed it was a travesty of justice, but what could they do?  They had all
resisted for a number of days but in the end found it easier to relax and
let them do as they pleased.  Some even suggested that they were now
discovering an element of satisfaction in their regular copulation, the men
were very practiced.
   All of the women's vaginas were pink and swollen and they all thought
that they were now pregnant.
   They went on to explain that it was useless to resist and that each
morning and evening from that day on, women were being raped and you could
often hear them screaming, sobbing and begging to be left alone just as
they had done themselves, all to no avail.
   It was said that this was a baby making camp and that soon everyone here
would be pregnant.  I thought then that the main reason I was whisked away
on that first night was that I was entering my most fertile period and
perhaps the Doctor had taken a fancy to me and wanted the pleasure for
himself.
   The next week the Doctor visited me again, this time he made me undress
completely for the first time.  He slowly undressed himself and took a
chair.  He indicated that I dhould come forward, mount and ride him.  I
felt ashamed but couldn't help feeling excited when I had his penis in me.
The next month my period did not arrive and I knew that he had succeeded in
making me pregnant.
   So far the Doctor had kept his word, we had been well looked after and I
had only had sex with him on a few occasions but not since I was confirmed
pregnant.  I had only been required to give him oral relief three times
although he insisted that my daughters watch.  I always felt uncomfortable
doing this but my daughters being young and curious could never look away,
although I always asked them to do so.
   I will never forget the look on their faces when he would empty his
sperm into my mouth, for me it was a strange sensation, fear and dread
mixed with excitement.  When at first he would take out his penis out of
his trousers I would be shaking with apprehension, but by the time I had
sucked it and had a mouthful of his sperm I would be wet between my legs
and desperately want him inside me.
   After three months I was given freedom to mix with the others in the
camp and did my best to help those in a less favourable position then
myself.  I was once present when four new women were brought in, they were
stripped naked and made to watch as Heinz (who had always been kind to us)
raped them one at a time despite their pitiful sobbing and pleading.
   It seemed to give him great delight to force his huge penis up those
women and to hear their cries.
   He knew I was watching him but just didn't care.
   The day after that, tragedy struck my family!  After being delayed at
violin practice I arrived back at our rooms only to find my daughters
acting strangely, they would not say what had happened but then I noticed
blood on our bed sheets.  I lifted their dresses and could see that their
vaginas had both been bleeding.  I had only left them for 40 minutes and
the Doctor had broken his word and raped them both.  Gradually I got the
details out of them, how he had tied them together and raped them without
mercy.
   I was angry, furious and completely devastated he had taken the
virginity of both my girls.
   How could he?
   They were so sweet and innocent and I had done everything he had asked.
   I cried myself to sleep, my daughter's lives had been ruined, and they
both became pregnant, as I already was myself.  For the last three months
our clothes were taken from us as well and like all the other women in the
camp we were left naked and heavily pregnant for all to see.
   Our babies were born there and after one month taken from us and sent to
Germany for their protection or so we were told.
   For three months after giving birth our breasts were milked every day
and our nipples became red and sore from the excessive suction of the
breast pump apparatus.
   Once when my daughter Tatiana was having trouble letting her milk flow,
our nurse requested a visit from the Doctor.  We all became fearful
whenever he made a visit.
   On this occasion he examined the three of us making sure that he put his
fingers in our vaginas.
   He would always try to humiliate us to demonstrate that he had complete
power over us, which of course he did.
   He took it in turns to hold and massage each of our bulging engorged
breasts until each had supplied the quantity of milk expected, However when
it came to Tatiana's turn, despite his massaging her milk would not flow
for more than a couple of seconds.  It was then the Doctor said there was
only one thing left to do.  He removed his trousers and released his
straining penis.  He made poor Tatiana stand leaning against a table and
spread her legs while he entered her from behind.
   I now had the added humiliation of not only being naked and having my
breasts fondled and milked by the doctor, but I was left to stand in
silence with Galina and watch him have intercourse with my dearest Tatiana
while the uniformed and serious German nurse pulled and teased her young
nipples.
   He put his penis slowly up her and began to rut her steadily and after
about five minutes amazingly her milk began to bead on her nipples.  The
nurse, who watched the whole episode with indifference, quickly attached
the electric breast pump suction apparatus to her sore nipples.  I could
see by Tatiana's grimace that she was suffering and in pain, but even so
she gave up half a litre of milk before the Doctor had finished with her.
   While her milk was still flowing he groaned and ejaculated into her,
telling her that she would soon have another baby on the way!
   Afterwards he did examine her now red and extended nipples and
admonished our nurse for their condition, ordering her to apply
moisturising cream regularly and to take more care of her patients or it
would be all the worse for her.
   Even she was afraid of the Doctor, she stood to attention and gave the
Nazi salute and we were treated us with more care from that day on.
   A month later we discovered that the Doctor had succeeded in
impregnating Tatiana for the second time.
   She was just eighteen!
   The Doctor had fathered all our babies.
   It was rumoured that there were over a hundred women who had been
successfully impregnated by the Doctor and that his preference was for
virgins or young girls.
   I never heard anyone call him by his Christian name to his face but many
of the women referred to him as "Herman".  I believe the Doctors full name
was Herman Hofle as I once saw a letter on his desk with this name and I
believe he held the rank of Hauptsturmfuhrer.  I also saw the initials H.
J. H.  on his briefcase.
   I hope he is caught soon and brought to justice for the humiliating and
cruel things he did to us all.
   We were at the camp until it was evacuated in 1943 when we escaped
during the confusion of the German retreat.
   This is a true account of what took place at the Camp they called
"Fruchtbarer Boden" (Fertile Ground)
   Signed Natalya *** Last name withheld by request for her own protection.
   Interview conducted by Capt.  Lee Renshaw U S Army 26th Feb 1946.
Comments:
   Daughters confirm basic account.  Mother and daughters are of a very
striking appearance that obviously bought them to the Germans attention.
   They have obviously had a rough time over the last few years; they have
been examined and have indeed had babies recently.
   Their nipples are extended and show signs of stretching which would seem
to confirm their account.
   Natalya fears they are being watched and suspects just about everyone
she sees as well as the Polish family taking care of them.
   This is very unlikely; they are quite probably suffering from paranoia.
   The said "Doctor and camp commandant," perhaps a one "SS -
Hauptsturmfuhrer Herman Julius Hofle" Born in Salzburg Austria, on 19th
June 1911 - is still at large and is already on our wanted list.
   We are currently searching German army records for a photo of Herr
Hofle, so as to confirm his identity with Natalya.
   We have no further information on his whereabouts at this time.
   Investigation - on going.
   Natalya and her two daughters are being billeted with a Polish family
until we can arrange her repatriation to Kiev in the Ukraine.
   Negotiations are underway with the Soviets.
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