Seeing this news article brought back some very vivid memories to me, and I felt compelled to share them with you.
This reminded me, because of the tattoos the prisoners were given. When I was about... 9 or 10 my teacher was a much older lady who had a funny accent and the children sort of were a bit frightened of her or thought she was weird. She was very conservative, very serious. Anyway one day she showed us this tattoo of numbers on her arm, and told us about the Nazis. She had been in one of their prison camps, I think it was actually Auschwitz as that was the only name I knew for years so makes sense that was what I heard first. I remember this utter bewilderment of what she was telling me. I couldnt believe it was true. I just couldnt process it. And then I did. I just got it. I felt it all and it was so real to me. And awful. Anyway I have to say she was so kind, and after that I always tried to be extra good for her. She was very young in WWII, she told us of her and her brother trying to escape Germany. It was just amazing but not in the "good" amazing way.
Anyway she must be dead by now she was grey haired at the time.
Writing this has brought some more memories back.
Her hands were curled over quite a bit. Like fingers clenched in a fist. And she explained to us that it was because the Nazis broke her fingers when she tried to escape the camp (unsuccessfully, she was released at the end of the war with the others) and of course she wasnt given any treatment for the finger breaks so they healed in that horrible way. She said they still hurt.
I dont know how she ended up in America. And teaching as well, she clearly didnt sink down and wallow in her misery as she would have had the right to. I cant remember her name, I wish I could. But she made a huge impact on me, as you can see, I am 30 and I can still see her tattoo and fingers and hear her slow methodical voice with that strange accent.
As it happens I have always felt history in a very real, intimate way. I often sit back and look around me and just wonder that so much is happening, has happened, will happened and it feels like trying to quantify eternity. That is the feeling this woman gave me.