Dachau and Auschwitz-Birkenau (1939-42). That's how I ended up a rootless dybbuk.
I fucking hate Holocaust deniers. Hate. I generally won't argue with them because they attempt to baffle one with bullshit and with these long, go nowhere walls of text. (It usually takes about ten words of fact to counter every word of bullshit: I'd have to write a damned book to kill the OP's teal deer.)
But while we're on the subject, what about Höß' memoirs? Or fuck it - dig a few centimeters down anywhere in the stammlager and you'll find bits of bone.
EDIT: Ohhhh lol
If Auschwitz was not an extermination camp, why did the commandant, Rudolf Hoess, confess that it was?
He was tortured by British military police, as one of his interrogators later admitted.
Pffft. Hòß didn't merely confess. He stayed true to the form he maintained as Kommandant: He was proud of his service.
This whole thing is a Laugh Factory.
How many gas chambers were there at Auschwitz? Well oh, there was the Little Red House, the Little White House, a room in the cellar of Block 11 and, after 1942, I think they built eight more in Birkenau.
Baldly asserting there were none without explanation or citation is meaningless.
I could mop the floor with these idiots. And I probably owe it to the dead.