A rather cold day, last night’s rains having turned the paths and
yards of the camp into a mud field.
Further rain held off until the evening when we commandeered the P.W.D.
Night Watchman’s hut while that person sat in the rear seat of a car parked in
the Workshop Garage. We realise now what
a “Hole watcher’s” life is like in England . Like that
fraternity we have a brazier which we feed at regular intervals and which makes
the army guards on the road block outside feel very jealous.
I received a parcel of papers from home today. They are always appreciated and are leaped
upon by all who see them. Reading forms my favourite “escape” from this life of
guards. Since I have been in the country
I have obtained quite a number of books and have formed a habit of reading
which I hope I shall never lose. A book
club to which I belong sends me a book every month and these are of the type I
most admire.
Today being the Jewish Holy Day not one of them arrived for work
today. Therefore the only person on duty
at the P.W.D. with ourselves was an Arab Watchman who braves the ‘dangers’ and
therefore as he says, defies the Jews.
The Abyssinian Embassy, Jerusalem -1948 |
Just before
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