My mother had a number tattooed on her arm when she was a prisoner in Auschwitz. She had it removed later while living in England, as she could not stand to answer the questions people kept asking her about her number. When my mother died the number that she could not bear to see and have, I would see and have. I did not want to forget it or allow it to disappear from social consciousness. I branded the number in the same size and location on my arm. Branding produced a visually distinct image from a tattoo. There is a video of the branding, as well as a photographic series showing the number in my daily life.