[ WP ] A veteran Holocaust Jewish survivor meets a man in the elevator . As they strike a conversation , he slowly realizes the man was his brutal Nazi prison warden .

I just stared. I saw those eyes that put me on my knees and beat my back. The blood that touched his whip. The one piece of food he threw at the floor so I can eat with the dirt. 
 
 
 I remember it like it was yesterday. His posture, his attitude, his stern eyes. How can I remember this man so vividly and he thinks I'm just random stranger? The pain he put me threw, the heartbreak. And he did n't even bother to look at me. Oh but I looked at him, I looked at him real well and I will never forget. 
 
 My first thought was to take my cane and beat him down to a bloody pulp. That thought made me think that it would sooth the pain. But it would n't, and I knew it. 
 
 The elevator door opened and it was on my floor. But I did n't want to get off, I could n't. This man that ruined my life will just pass me by like nothing happened. I did n't want to let that happen. But I thought to myself, if I do this will it not just stoop me down to his level? I thought so and I just stepped off the elevator on my floor and said goodbye. He would never knew who I was, but I would remember him for the rest of my life.
