Cy was a prisoner of war in WWII. He joined the English Air Force as a young man and was subsequently shot down over Germany where he was captured. The scandinavian Red Cross provided him and the other inmates with small items to make the daily life a bit more bearable. Among those items were notebooks that Cy, an architect by trade, filled with exquisite drawings of his comrades and comic mockeries of the conditions in prison.






“I’ve been splattered with muck that the Germans call soup,
my station has sunk – little wonder when a cattle truck ride simply ruined my pride.”