The Red Cross

and why I donate Alexandria, Egypt.  The fear had been building up for perhaps a month.  Suddenly we were called together and packed away into a hot empty school building.   The Egyptian police begged us not to leave the premises. They were protecting us from their own people. Those caring for us here were… Continue reading The Red Cross

A Community of Displaced People

Alexandria, Egypt.  Summer, 1966, during the Six Day War. 4.am. We arose silently, dressed, gathered our meagre belongings and went outside. The police, also silent, led us into their waiting cars, the engines idling softly, ready to move.. Then quietly, quietly, they drove off. They suggested that we duck down if we saw anyone on… Continue reading A Community of Displaced People