How Did You Meet Hassan?

i was raised by a woman whose family escaped from the holocast. The way my mam talked about it, you got the sense that her entire childhood was just one long parade of hollow eyed survivors with tattoos on their s moving into the bedroom that she shared with her sisters. Her basic response was essentially, are you a lamp made of skin? During the holocaust, the nazis pulled out teeth for gold fillings and were rumored to have used jewish skin to make furniture. That was basically where my mam's frame of reference came from. So if you were not a lampMadeOfSkin, it was very hard to get her to understand the gravity of your situation