I remember going to market and carrying items for my mother. She bought eggs from a man who had crude tattoo's on his arm. When I asked what they were and she explained I couldn't believe it. Not long after, I guess after I was deemed old enough to be educated in the ways of the world, I was shown photographs that were taken by my deceased uncle of a death camp, many photographs, some however I was not able to see. I wonder now if it was just my mind blocking out the images for what I was viewing. Those pictures are still there 40 some years later. Only a fool would believe the atrocities were never committed, and they still are.