Author: Pinhas (Paul) Haber | The Silver Age Art Museum

The Silver Age Art Museum

None None None

December 03, 2019

Pinhas (Paul) Haber

Life years

1923 - 2011

Place of birth

Vienna, Austria

Place of residence

Israel

Pinhas (Paul) Haber was born in Austria. Pinhas spent his last years at an assisted living home in central Israel. He loved making art. When Haber died at the last moment possible the Museum managed, miraculously, to obtain the last copy of his memoirs, before the traces of his life would sink into oblivion.

An excerpt from Haber’s memoirs.
“... I have joined the Zionist Yout Movement, Maccabi Hatzair, (Young Maccabi). There I was chosen for volunteer work with young people who wanted to repatriate to Palestine. Our club was located in the Vienna First District, next door to my old French kindergarten. Every day en route to the club I had to walk by the Gestapo office. At the office, entrance stood two armed SS men wearing helmets and black ironed uniforms. They were completely motionless, like two mummies.
Why did they send me to Gestapo and I had to become a messenger? Not because of my special talents. I was not 16 yet.
Gestapo didn’t arrest children under 16. This was my weekly duty. Every Monday I was given a file with a detailed list of Jews and a pass with a seal issued in my name with my photo on it.
I was allowed into the SS offices with that pass. The office of the untersturmfuhrer SS was located on the first floor of the Gestapo building. The untersturmfuhrer was responsible for expedited Jewish emigration. The name of the untersturmfuhrer was Adolf Eichmann.
After the mandatory knock on the door, I was given permission to enter the office where Eichmann was sitting behind a large desk. Usually, he would tell me to take a seat and ask me to give him the lists. Eichmann looked trough the lists in silence, and only once asked me: “Why there’re so few this week?”
One day Eichmann gave me a letter for Dr. Weissbrod, the director of the center for the Zionist movement.
Usually, Eichmann would look through the lists and say “Everything is in order.” It was a sign that the audience was over.

Before leaving I always said “Have a nice day” — and he replied with “Good byе”. Curiously, I was not scared at all. Most likely because I was still a child...”

241