Petr Ginz (1.2.1928-1944)

Music: Nizza Thobi
Lyrics: Petr Ginz
Arrangement & Piano; Peter Wegele
Violin: Dina Leini
Edtion: David Records & Power Music Agency, Munich
CD: Nizza Thobi - Ein Koffer spricht ( A Suitcase Talks
PETR GINZ Today even our maid knows, who is an Aryan and who is a Jew. A Jew - it should be said immediately - Must carry a star on his coat. And to such a marked Jew according to the rules, life is supposed to be good: After eight o'clock in the evening do not leave the house, Be humble and get on with your family, and abandon spiritual work, German transmitters you cannot hear. And - this concerns Jews of all classes, By no means get a shave! For the rich wife the luxury is over, Even a bouquet is forbidden, From attending school, the children are free, Purchases must be made between one and three, No more jewellery, garlic, wine, She also renounces concerts, theatre, cinema, She has a car no more, no gramophone, No fur coat and even no phone. No onions or hens eggs, The Jews could call their own. Violin play was forbidden to them, even a domestic animal with velvet paws to keep, Taken are the bicycle and also the ice skates, Give away the woollen laundry from the clothes chest! Above all, the criminal Jew must stop with his acquisition fury: Never buy again silk, soft, tender socks, for him there is no clothes card. No more shaving soap, schnapps, perfume or pipe, Driving licence, shampoo, jam, Newspapers and other reading stuff, Sewing machine, furniture polish, Warm underwear - only one set, Stocks, apartment houses, lottery coupons, Of such things he needs none. You mean I very much exaggerate? There are still lots of things to ban! Purchase rather nothing - this is the point! It is a delight to walk on foot, whether rain falls or the sun shines. And as already said, in these circles, one with pleasure renounces travelling. What for mix in the train among people, to drive with the taxi or the electric tram, if you, not even en passant, may enter a restaurant! Stay away from the Moldavia river bank, from the museum, out from the outdoor swimming pool and the Lyceum, Admission is forbidden to the football stadium, To Meinl* and to any pension, To the God's House and sombre Mammon's places, As well as to the public toilets. You may no more show up at Kulik, Jepa, Teta*, Meanwhile in the passages new times tick, and if you must already walk, Maybe you have an urge for graves - Since in the graveyard movement makes you really brave, There the fresh air makes you strong, Since you may not enter a park. Even though a Jew has it very hard the bank has nevertheless, frozen his account, and best of all - he practices renunciation, and does not meet Aryans, of course. It was a long time ago. Once also a human wreck could own a suitcase, a basket or a bag. Of those things he does even not have a pale light, but, nevertheless, a Jew never ever gets angry. According to the rules he lives by, thus it goes, His contentment is complete.

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• Nizza Thobi
• Ein Koffer spricht
• Petr Ginz
• Theresienstadt
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[NizzaThobi]

Gracias a la vida!

[canariojoe]

thank you.