My maternal grandparents, back in the early 80's, had next door neighbors who were actual holocaust survivors. I was under strict orders to never ask about the numbers tattooed on their arms. I only heard them speak of their experiences once, and it was a moving, horrifying tale.
Shit like the link above is much like finding their graves and pissing all over them.
Shit like the link above is much like finding their graves and pissing all over them.
Thief and assassin for hire. Member in good standing of the Rogues Guild.
