Dreamland

One day, a girl was sitting on a bench next to an old man, and she said, "I've gotta tell ya', mister, that's an awfully boring tattoo on your arm there. It's just a bunch of numbers."

And the man looks at her, and says, "Well, I got it when I was your age, and I kept it as a reminder." The girl smiles, saying, "Oh, a reminder of happier times?"

And the man shakes his head sadly, and says, "No...of a time when the world went mad. Imagine yourself in a land where your countrymen followed the voice of political extremists who didn't like your religion. Imagine having everything taken from you, and being sent to a camp as slave laborers, then systematically murdered. In this place, they even take your name and replace it with a number tattooed on your arm. It was called the Holocaust, when millions of people perished just because of their faith..."

The girl, stunned, start to cry. She asks, "So you kept it to remind yourself of the dangers of political extremism?"

The man shakes his head again. "No, my dear. To remind you."