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Danae: I've gotta tell ya, mister... that's an awfully boring tattoo on your arm. It's just a bunch of numbers. Man: Well, I was about your age when I got it, and I kept it as a reminder. Danae: Oh... a reminder of happier days? Man: No... of a time when the world went mad. Danae: So you kept it to remind yourself about the dangers of political extremism? Man: No, my dear. To remind you. "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, your entire family sent to a concentration 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..."