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Eastern Libya, World War Two Battle Fields, War Grave & The Mysterious Murals Of A British POW
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This Is The Al Birdi or Al Bardia Page Of Libya Travels
We had left behind the
gloomy German
war memorial outside Tobruk to visit Al Birdi or Bidri or Al Bardia or Al Bardiyah, (or whatever it is called) because place names, like everything else are never simple, in Libya. Al Birdi is towards the Egyptian border. Al Bardia, Unlike Al
Marj, has not been the victim of an earthquake but with its
decrepit heaps of rubble and piles of rubbish it looks as though it
has been. Al Bardiyah is in eastern Libya
about a 120 kilometers East of Tobruk and 1500km East of Tripoli, the
capital of Libya. Like many North African towns it is a state of squalid civic dissaray and looks as though it has
been situated on a garbage dump. Al Bardiyah, being in a border zone
the police take an interest in visitors and my Iquama was checked. We were there to visit a
prison cell in a ruined old jail located high on the cliff tops
overlooking the brilliant cerulean sea. The cell reputedly, had been painted, by a POW during World War Two.
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| In Front Of A Mural Painted by J Brill at Al Bardia During World War Two |
To gain access to the prison cell we called by the local police station and picked the key up. It is thought that the poor British prisoner,
Private J Brill of The RASC , who was held there during WW2, had decorated the
walls of his cell, to stop himself going mad, with a series of
murals drawn with boot polish and charcoal. The murals seem to depict his memories of civilized life: men
in top hats, Covent garden opera, pretty dancing girls, The Times,
sheaves of music, London Boxers,Big Ben, etc.Some people think the murals were done whilst Private J Brill was in hiding from the Germans. However I am sad to say he was probably later killed. Although at one time
the whole cell was decorated only about three-square meters now
survive parts of which are pictured on this page. Details show
ballerinas, a boxer, tables laid out with food, books, naked women,
a man looking through a window in a wall, faces, hands, an orchestra
conductor and some sinister skull like creatures. The images
are stylized with some looking as though influenced by Picasso and
others have an Art Deco realist feel to them. Some seem to be influenced by the surrealist movement. The is also a hint of
1930s Berlin. There are
pictures within pictures. The table for instance is supported
by books. The Books are a set Of Dickens Novels.
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| J Brill's Murals At Al Bardiyah In Eastern Libya |
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| Private J Brill's Murals of Exotic Night Life, Music, And Boxing. But The Skulls Give a Gothic Feel Though Juxtaposed Against Ordinary Objects Such As A Copy Of the Times. It reminded me of A Dadaist Collage. |
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| In This Mural by J Brill, RASC, The Girls Posing Like Ballerinas Are Watched By Unsmiling Men |
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| In The Mural Above We Can See The Signature Of The Artist, Private J Brill, RASC |
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| The exact story of how these murals really came to be created and more details of the artist J Brill, based on recently acquired information, can be found at, http://www.don-simmonds.co.uk/latest.htm/ where there is a website dedicated to the subject. |

This strange image seems
to have been done at a different time by a different person.
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The steep cliffs provide
a particular sullen dramatic backdrop to Al Bidri, which like all
border zones has a certain uneasy edge to it. Below you can
see the view from the prison cell. |
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| Outside the police
station a small mosque on the edge of the cliffs overlooks the
sea. |
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| Outside the jail looking in |
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| The steep cliff face is used as a rubbish dump |
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We drove down a steep
coastal hairpin road to a hidden inlet where there was a clean
beach; a small quay with small colourful fishing boats and some
troglodyte cave summer homes. The sea was the deepest
liveliest indigo I've ever seen in Libya. A contrast to the polluted
sea around Brega, which is the same shade of blue as a dead man's
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| High above us at the top
of the sheer cliff face the mosque stood out against the skyline in
stark relief against the cloudless blue sky. |
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