Jeff Wisnia wrote:

I'll never forget the first time I shook hands with a Holocaust survivor
and spotted the tattooed number on his right forearm.


I grew up with one, ... my father. He was a survivor of Blechammer, one
of the satellite work and extermination camps of Auschwitz.

When I was a little boy, and I asked him what that number was, he told
me that it was his telephone number, and that he had it put in his arm
so he wouldn't forget it.

All that did was, that I began to think that my father was really
stupid. I only found out later ...

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