On our first day of work, the numbers that were pinned to our clothes are tattooed onto our left forearms. A two five eight nine three is emblazoned for the world to see every time I reach my hand out to touch my sister or grab a piece of machinery. Each day as we leave the factory, we show our tattoo, which confirms that we are Jews who belong in the camp and not one of the free citizens that goes home at night. So when you're working this camp, there's actually regular civilians that are working there. Germans, absolutely. And mostly women, because all the men were in the but in the military.