[ 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 .

Edit: Strayed a tad bit from the prompt. 
 
 He entered the elevator with me. At first I doubted. A mere coincidence, nothing more. Yet when he politely smiled at me, I saw the smile I saw long ago and the blue eyes in sunken sockets and was not mistaken. 
 
 He was much older, his hair gray and thin. When he pressed the floor button, I marveled at the liver spots and wrinkles scribbled on his skin like the map of some desolate nation. 
 
 I pictured him in his SS uniform, and how he looked in it back then and how he took me away from my mother and how I never saw her again. He stood with his heels together. Even in old age, some of his military bearing was still not entirely lost. 
 
 I thought about how he hit my brother when he drew a Star of David in the dust. He screamed like a small girl and then I never saw him again. And how we celebrated Passover by smuggling bits of unleavened bread in the soles of our shoes. They were crumbs when we ate them. 
 
 The images of dead Jews stacked like a mountain. Naked, starved. Skin hanging on bones like wet clothes on a line. 
 
 The elevator opened, it was my floor. I stepped out and faced him. He looked up at me. 
 
 I said, `` Shalom.'' 
 
 His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. The door shut. 
 
 I wept bitterly.
