Inventor, Dachau and München-Allach Concentration Camp Holocaust survivor, mechanical engineer. I was a slave for BMW. I was tattooed on my arm, numbered as a nameless object. I saw people everyday work until they dropped, witnessed people killed in front of me, tortured, beaten, separated from their families and loved ones not knowing if they were alive or dead. This is my story.
My father's dying wish was to have BMW recognize him as a person and not the number that was engraved into his arm. During WWII, my father, Wasyl Lymar, was a slave to BMW. In two years, he worked over 7,000 hours in exchange for scraps of bread and turnip soup.
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