Only once have I ever seen a tattooed number on someone's arm. This was well over 20 years ago and I cannot remember his name. He lived in Southend on Sea, as I did then, grew up in Romania and he was next to me on a demonstration held to protest at a planned march in the town by a group of neo-Nazis. We didn't talk much about his experiences, but I remember seeing that his tattoo had the prefix "B". As far as I know, Auschwitz was the only place which tattooed numbers and the "B" stood for Birkenau. I used to see him around, as he was a member of the Labour Party, as I was then, but I never got to talk to him about his experiences. I don't even know if he would have talked. I lost contact when I moved to the Bristol area in 1984. Silly, I know, but just seeing this has left me with a deep feeling of personal connection to what happened ever since. Before then, it was somehow just more academic and less personal.