Look. Sometimes I catch stuff that moves me, a story that sticks in my head and finds it’s place in my memory lane. This is one of them. “Getting a tattoo” is nothing special, but getting one to keep a memory is something else. This guy takes the same tattoo on his arm as his grandma got when she was in one of Germany’s concentration camps. As the article says: proudly bear your elders scars. So we never forget what happened, never. Read more? http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/01/world/middleeast/with-tattoos-young-israelis-bear-holocaust-scars-of-relatives.html?pagewanted=all