Posted on September 14, 2009
For the past seven years, whenever I have tried to wrestle a stamp or a library card out of my overcrowded wallet, a yellowing and much- folded newspaper cutting has fallen to the floor. Last week, I opened a daily newspaper and saw the same face that looks out at me every day from the cutting. In 1938, when Nicholas Winton was 29, a friend suggested he cancel their annual skiing holiday and instead go to Czechoslovakia to visit Jewish refugee camps. What he saw there horrified him.