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They were her relatives, these concentration camp survivors brought to live in America after the war. Ms. Engstrom, ne Kalmanovitz, met them as a child, wondered at their pale white skin, their soft gentle voices, the numbers tatooed into their forearms. She was made to listen to their stories. It changed her forever. In each of these paintings is at least one of those survivors whom a little girl remembers from long ago, when they were still more ghosts than people. |