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Arpad Plesch was a Hungarian Jewish lawyer who specialized in moving Hungarian Jewish fortunes to safeguard in Switzerland during the war. He emerged after the war a rich man. He seduced the wife of another Jewish refugee, married her, then divorced and married her wife´s daughter. Later married an aristocratic non-Jewish woman, who inherited all his fortune and misspent it in race horses. The step-grand daughter of Arpad Plesch tells about her (rather ugly) reaction when discovering her Jewish origins.
Marisya Ulam
My Mother, born into a prosperous Jewish family in 1918 had survived the atrocities perpetrated in her native country, Poland, during the Second World War, by fleeing to Switzerland. After the war she was left scarred, frightened and unable to control her own defensive violence. She had become an eternal vagabond unable to return to the country where she had spent her childhood. She was the perfect victim, a charismatic helpless woman of the times, she had mastered the art of blame as a tool for manipulation, it was always someone else’s fault, and everyone was out to get her.
She had revered her father, who was an intellectual, an architect whose skills and talent were recognized and called upon by the Polish monarchy, Michael Ulam, came from a family of geniuses. His brother’s son Stan Ulam was to become, years later, the mathematician who invented the Hydrogen bomb.
Michael Ulam did not die in the war, he died of a broken heart, in 1938, at the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo, unable to live with the knowledge that his wife had left him for another man and that his daughter, my mother, was about to have a baby by the same man. Arpad Plesch now lived openly with both my grandmother and her daughter. I have gone to my real Grandfather’s grave, shocked to see that it is located in the part of the Monaco cemetery reserved for Jews, on his tombstone are written these words: Michael Ulam, architect for the Polish Government. Strange human perversion, that a man, who had been able to leave Poland in 1936, would be segregated in death on a hill overlooking the Mediterranean.
Until she died my mother never ceased to reproach me “those endless 43 hours of pain” she had to go through to give me birth. It must have been quite an ordeal for me as well as I weighed 1 kilo 50 and measured 50 centimeters. I have often wondered why she kept me growing inside of her for so long but I think this had to do with her perceived helplessness and the need for a scapegoat to blame for her inability to feel any kind of pleasure . She threw me in a draw and left me to swim or sink. Fortunately someone took pity on me and brought in a wet nurse, a normal Italian working class woman with breast milk to spare in exchange for money to support her own child. I suckled and nested in her large breasts, drinking in the elixir of life so I could survive the perils of my birth. My mother soon went back to her games of pitiful seduction in opulent salons sucking on her long black cigarette holder while she drank creamy transparent icy cold Polish vodka in Baccarat glasses.
Dr. Arpad Plesch
Marisya was her step-father’s toy, a victim of incest since she was a child at the mercy of her mother’s second husband. The man was a wealthy Hungarian Jew who had accumulated a dubious fortune during the war at the expense of less fortunate Jews who sent their money to him in Switzerland for safe keeping while they tried to stay alive in their home countries during the pogroms and exterminations under the madness of the Third Reich. This man Arpad Plesch who called himself an International Financier, created numbered accounts for his so called friends and then pitilessly ransomed them to the Hitler regime for a large commission on their fortunes. As his former friends died in concentration camps the man became richer and richer, playing darker and darker games of evil and domination in a world gone insane.
Much later, I was to learn that my family had a complete lack of values, their genetic memories of belonging burnt away by greed and hatred through the brain damage that occurs from not receiving the proper kind of care and loving in infancy. Generations of neglect by parents for their young had created a group of ruthless monsters that by the year 2.000 were to rule the world spreading famine and disease throughout the African continent, extreme poverty to South America while the other animal worlds disappeared at an alarming speed...
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