V and I stood in front of the slate-grey door of the Sugihara House. We had trudged through the snow to get to this modest house, the only museum in Kaunas that was open on Monday, and our hopes of learning a chapter of its history rested on this excursion. I rang the doorbell; thankfully, a young local lad answered.
‘Actually, we’re closed today,’ he deadpanned.
Fortunately, he was just kidding. He ushered us in from the cold and we paid for our tickets. In the next room, we watched a short film that introduced us to the remarkable events that took place there nearly 80 years ago. [Read on]