A childhood memory...

She was thin... almost skeletal thin. Her skin, not pale, but totally devoid of colour, with an almost waxy sheen to it. Her hair, cropped and dark, maybe even black. She wore red lipstick that made her skin appear even more death like. Her facial features were sharp. She spoke slowly... deliberately... and with an accent, not thick or heavy, just clearly... German. Her hands, her hands were ice cold and she looked ... ancient.

I saw her almost thirty years later and she looked exactly the same.