George Buchanan

"To venture to the road meant entering a dangerous world in which high-handed and overbearing vans and hard uncompromising lorries thundered past the narrow pavement that we had to walk on. The road, though our neighbour, was not a being we felt kin to. A short way from our gate, it had the rumble of artillery." In August 1947, on the author's sixth birthday, he and his mother arrived from England in Tobruk, Libya. Waiting on the quay to meet them...