For if I were I could splash out some money on a man I admire.
Oskar Schindler’s factory is headed for the market, and Blahoslav Kaspar knows it will be a tough sell.
The mayor of Brnenec, a village of 1,300 in the eastern Czech Republic, insists the crumbling complex would be the perfect spot for any kind of light industry. He also suggests it could be a Holocaust museum.
The factory once belonged to Schindler, a Czech-German industrialist, spy and a member of the Nazi party who sheltered about 1,200 Jews there in the final months of the Second World War. Their story was featured in Steven Spielberg’s Academy award-winning 1993 film Schindler’s List.
The complex “has real potential,” Kaspar said, looking at the cluster of abandoned buildings from the window of his second-floor office perched on a small hill above the factory. He does acknowledge that for now, “it looks like Dresden after the bombing.”
It would, I think, be marvelous to be able to purchase this complex and then do something useful with it while also preserving the memory of a very flawed man who, when it came time to be counted, stood up and asked to be so.
There are certain problems: there’s at least $2 million of environmental remediation to be done on site. There’s no particular set of local expertise or industry to exploit. The car industry is large in the area but that’s what they were supplying before they went bust. New plant in the area would certainly be cheaper than renovation.
Thus anything that took this on would have to do so as a charitable/historical endeavour.
Which is why it would indeed be wonderful to be rich.