It's sad and interesting. I once sat next to an old man on a bus in Boston (summer 1996) who had the serial number tattoo on his wrist, and since he was about

It's sad and interesting. I once sat next to an old man on a bus in Boston (summer 1996) who had the serial number tattoo on his wrist, and since he was about the age of my own dad, asked him about it. He was thankful that I asked, i think something about people are afraid to ask how he is, or similar. he told me he had survived a camp (which one i forget) and had lost his family, and that he realizes it was not Germans in general but the crazy criminals in power, but he was forever wary of anything that reminded him of it. Very kind avuncular conversation.