The Tattooist of Auschwitz (The Tattooist of Auschwitz #1) - Heather Morris Page 0,70
pocket and the jewels in another, Lale follows Fredrich to a large garage block by the chalet. Fredrich commandeers a jeep, Lale gets in and they drive the few kilometres into the village Lale came through yesterday. Was it only yesterday? How can I feel so different already? During the journey Fredrich tells him they will drive a small truck in to pick up the girls in the evening. It isn’t comfortable, but it’s the only vehicle they have that can take twelve. As they enter the village, Lale asks, ‘So, where should I look for likely girls?’
‘I’ll drop you at the top of the street. Go into all the shops. Workers or customers, it doesn’t matter as long as they are young and preferably pretty. Find their price, show them the payment – if they want something upfront give them cash only. Tell them we will pick them up at six o’clock outside the bakery. Some have been before.’
‘How will I know if they’re already attached?’
‘They’ll say no, I’m thinking. They might also throw something at you, so be prepared to duck.’ As Lale gets out, he says, ‘I’ll be waiting and watching. Take your time. And don’t do anything stupid.’
Lale heads to a nearby boutique, hoping no husbands or boyfriends have gone shopping with their partners today. Everyone looks at him when he enters. He says hello in Russian, before remembering he is in Austria and switching to German.
‘Hello, ladies, how are you today?’
The women look at each other. A few giggle before a shop attendant asks, ‘Can I help you? Are you looking for something for your wife?’
‘Not exactly. I want to talk to all of you.’
‘Are you Russian?’ a customer asks.
‘No, I’m Slovakian. However, I am here on behalf of the Russian army.’
‘Are you staying in the chalet?’ asks another customer.
‘Yes.’
To Lale’s relief one of the shop attendants speaks up, ‘Are you here to see if we want to party tonight?’
‘Yes, yes, I am. Have you been before?’
‘I have. Don’t look so frightened. We all know what you want.’
Lale looks around. There are two shop assistants and four customers.
‘Well?’ he says cautiously.
‘Show us what you’ve got,’ a customer says.
Lale empties his pockets onto the counter as the girls gather around.
‘How much can we have?’
Lale looks at the girl who has been to the chalet before.
‘How much were you paid last time?’
She waves a diamond-and-pearl ring under his nose, ‘Plus ten marks.’
‘OK, how about I give you five marks now, another five tonight and your choice of a piece of jewellery?’
The girl rummages through and picks out a pearl bracelet. ‘I’ll have this one.’
Lale takes it gently from her hand. ‘Not yet,’ he says. ‘Be at the bakery at six tonight. Deal?’
‘Deal,’ she says.
Lale hands her five marks, which she stuffs down her bra.
The remaining girls peruse the jewellery and choose what they want. Lale gives them each five marks. There is no haggling.
‘Thank you, ladies. Before I leave, can you tell me where I might find some like-minded beauties?’
‘You could try the cafe a few doors down, or the library,’ one of them suggests.
‘Be careful of the grandmas in the cafe,’ one woman says with a giggle.
‘What do you mean, “grandmas”?’ Lale asks.
‘You know, old women – some of them are over thirty!’
Lale smiles.
‘Look,’ says the original volunteer, ‘you could stop any woman you meet in the street. We all know what you want, and there are plenty of us who need good food and drink even if we have to share it with those ugly Russian pigs. There are no men left here to help us. We do what we have to.’
‘As do I,’ Lale tells them. ‘Thank you all very much. I’ll look forward to seeing you tonight.’
Lale leaves the shop and leans against a wall, taking a breather. One shop, half the girls required. He looks to the other side of the street. Fredrich is looking at him. He gives him a thumbs-up.
Now, where’s that cafe? On his walk there Lale stops three young women, two of whom agree to come to the party. In the cafe he finds three more. He thinks they are in their low to mid-thirties, but still beautiful women anyone would want to be seen with.
That evening Lale and Fredrich pick up the women, who are all waiting at the bakery as instructed. They are elegantly dressed and made up. The agreed transaction in jewellery and cash takes place with minimal scrutiny from Fredrich.