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I’m blown away by the level of support from fellow rail enthusiasts in building this site. Their willingness to participate in its construction with no prospect of financial gain, just the satisfaction of being involved, is bloody marvellous. Starting in May , Derek’s input has been a massive undertaking and there have been times when the pair of us – just two bungling old geezers with a mutual love for trains and railways – were on our arthritic knees by the sheer size of it all.

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The decision was announced by author and broadcaster Frank Delaney, chairman of the judges, who had selected it earlier this evening from a shortlists of four titles: The subtext asks whether good people were on the side of the evil people and shows how the human spirit is enlarged by the knowledge of such people. Inside his sitting room there are shelves of old books, a Bieder-meier secretaire, a polished parquet floor.

Black and white photographs of old friends stand in rows on the piano; prints and framed mementoes hang from the white walls. At first glance, everything about Wladyslaw Szpilman speaks of a certain kind of Central European comfort, of a pleasantly uneventful, bourgeois life. Dressed in a tweed jacket and tie, speaking of popular music and songs, Szpilman himself initially gives off the air of someone who has lived all of his 87 years in civilised surroundings.

Then, effortlessly, he moves from the familiar to the horrific. The German found me when I was in the ruins of someone’s kitchen, looking for food. I found out later – this isn’t in the book – that he was lookin g for toothpaste, but no matter. When he saw me, he asked me what on earth was I doing there What could I say? I couldn’t say that I was Jewish, that I was hiding, that I had been in these ruins for months. I told him that this was my old flat, that I had come back to see what was left CaptainWilm Hosenfeld discovered him, ascertained that he was a pianist – to convince him, Szpilman played Chopin’s Nocturne in C sharp minor on a battered, out-of-tune piano – and without much further ado found him a better hiding place.