Eva-Maria Buch - Life

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Buch was born and lived with her parents in Charlottenburg, a borough of Berlin, until the mid-1930s. She was sent to the Ursuline School run by Catholic nuns until it was shut down in 1939. Without an Abitur, she attended a seminar for interpreters at the University of Berlin.

While working at a bookshop during 1941 and 1942, Buch became acquainted with Wilhelm Guddorf, through whom she became involved with the Red Orchestra. In autumn 1942, Guddorf attempted to hide Buch from a wave of Red Orchestra arrests, but she was found and arrested by the Gestapo on October 11. Guddorf was arrested and sentenced to death soon thereafter. He was executed the following year, on May 13.

Buch was charged and her case heard at the Reichskriegsgericht (Reich Military Tribunal) between February 1-3, 1943. The primary evidence given against her was an article meant for slave labourers working in munition factories that she had translated into French. To protect others, Buch claimed she had composed the article herself. As a consequence, she was found guilty and sentenced to death. Her parents appealed to Adolf Hitler for clemency, but he personally refused their request. Buch was hanged at Plötzensee Prison, Berlin, on August 5, 1943. She was twenty-two.

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