By Antigone Barton

Palm Beach Post Staff Writer

Friday, December 23, 2005

One man carried a business card listing the Nazi concentration camps he survived: Majdanek, Skarzysko, Buchenwald.

Another wore a sign around his neck, bearing the name Auschwitz, and the number they gave him there.

“Do you want to see the real thing?” he asked, pushing his left sleeve back. “I know it like my phone number. That’s how they called you. They didn’t care about your name, your date of birth, where you were from. Just your number. And they worked you like a horse