Somewhere along the railway line, west of El Alamein, Egypt, stands an unremarkable, low concrete building. There are many of these old railway workers’ huts, in various stages of ruin, stretched out along the line. However this particular place was the scene of an extraordinary occurrence in 1942, when compassion and humanity prevailed over war’s chaos and carnage. After spending a few days in the noise and bustle of Alexandria, I hired a car and drove west on the International … Continue reading Searching for the Blockhouse, Part I