The Greatest Generation fought WWII over 60 years ago and this week people around the world are remembering the liberation of Auschwitz.
There was a young Polish man in the camp who tattooed the numbers on our arms. He did it with a pen and some ink, dot after dot, like a child doing his homework.
So when he made a mistake, he would cross it out and start anew. A lot of people had this kind of mess on their arms.
When it was my turn I demanded: “Pay attention and do it as well as possible!” And then I began to laugh at my own absurdity, because when you are being gassed, it doesn’t matter if it looks good or not.
My number is still visible, 42646, and beside it, the Star of David.