They recognised each other by the tattoos.

There weren’t many survivors of the camps left. Death would come for them all eventually and the years of privation during the war had weakened them.

Some had their tattooed numbers removed, they wished to forget.

But he smiled at #4973 who had also left his tattoo, a reminder of what had been done to their people.

More kept them than removed then, which he thought was just as well.