Wolf Rubin was born in 1916 1920 in Zychin, Poland. The seventh of nine children, he was the only one ‘a bit of an artist’. In November 1939, Wolf fled to Russia. There, his ability to turn his hand to anything artistic – sketching portraits, fancy sign- to writing, and making pottery “…put bread in my mouth and and a roof over my head. It was also a universal language that broke down barriers, making friends of strangers.” Today, aged eighty-seven, he is still creating beautiful pottery and experimenting with new glazes. A lovely book by a modest hero.