In the early 1990's I designed one of a kind knitwear and owned a store in Toronto.
In bespoke design a measuring tape was a permanent fixture around my neck.
One day while working with a new client, I asked to take her measurements
She removed her jacket and branded upon her arm were the blurred blue numbers of the tattoo. I had seen these numbers in movies and literature but nothing, nothing prepared me for this.
My tape measure dropped to the floor and my eyes clouded over in tears. With my greatest will, I was able to get the measurements I needed and tried as best I could to compose myself. She knew.
Her kind blue eyes are imprinted in my memory.
We became friends and she visited me on Mondays usually bearing my favourite coffee and bagel.
Today is the 70th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. I bow my head in memory and I never will forget those blue eyes and blurred blue numbers.