The chances for escape from the British POW camp in the deserts of Arabia were negligible but the author, a doctor in the German army, decided to take them. His first confrontation with the Arab world brought him to a small Bedouin encampment where he became their doctor- practising over a wide area. After he had familiarized himself with their language and ways sufficiently for disguise, he moved on with the ultimate hope of returning to Berlin. Under pressure from sheiks, militia, and self-protective conscience he was obliged to participate in shady hashish operations, to serve the cause of the Moslem Brotherhood in Palestine, to stifle the beginnings of a cholera epidemic and to observe the protocol of the Orient which was often distasteful. The eight years of necessary wandering and flight took their toll and Dr. Pritzke jumped at the opportunity to return to his country and join the ten year old son he barely knew. But his attraction for the East led him to accept the appointment with UNRRA in Beirut where he now lives with his son. This is an interesting account, but it will probably be limited by the specificity of subject matter.