Friends!

Today I want to tell you an interesting story of great tailor, whose fate decided terrible accident.

Maximilian Hryunfeld was born in a Paul's village in the Carpathians on the 9th of August, 1928. His grandfather was a serious person, he built a synagogue, which was attended by dozens of local families. But big trouble was walking nearby. One day the Nazis came to the village, they gave the Jewish a day for the assembly and took them first to Mukachevo, and then - to Auschwitz-Birkenau.

There Maximilian was lucky because he was not sent to the gas chamber as half of his family. And, thanks to the skills of his father, both of them were scored to mechanics. But he never did that, at first he washed Nazi’s shirts. Once, Martin accidentally ripped one of them, for that he was severely beaten. Owner of the shirt threw it in the face of the guy, but he kept it.

A man who worked nearby, taught Hryunfeld to sew clothes. Then he repaired his shirt and began to wear it under his robe. The boy felt that clothing had its own power.

After the liberation of the concentration camp, Hryunfeld spent few years in Europe. He tried to find his family. It turned out that his father was killed a few months before the release, and the fate of the sisters could not be determined. But he found relatives in the US, so the boy decided to go there. He changed his name to "Martin Greenfield" took a garment factory. First, he was a janitor, then carried clothe through the fabric. Hardworking guy was noticed by company owner, he decided to teach him how to sew men's suits. It took a little time and Martin became the director of the factory.

Among the clients for whom factory swede and continue to sew the costumes were the most famous people of America. Martin made clothes for Dwight Eisenhower, Bill Clinton, Barack Obama and Donald Trump. Even the famous mobsters Meyer Lansky! But costumes by Martin are not cheap. One costs more than two thousand dollars.

Greenfield always joked that Nazi shirt helped Jew to build his own empire. Friends, I think each of us is simply has to be more attentive to the fate’s jokes. Who knows what we can expect of them?