Coffee'ing in Tel Aviv this morning, I glanced over at this older woman sitting at the adjoining table. And noticed her arm.
Sometimes you forget things like that here in HLC. That there are people - your neighbors - who at one point in time lived the reality of work camps, death marches, gas chambers and tattoed arm numbers.
You forget but I can testify that when you glance over and remember, it's shocking.
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2 comments:
intense picture....save this one for Yom hashoah........
Hei Steph.
It sure is a very poignant reminder.
Take care.
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