Diary of a Slave

An incredible story, and one I can't quite be sure I can reconcile with non-fiction. Certainly presented to the reader as a biographical tale, and accompanied by a dozen or so black and white photographs (albeit they are non-specific and don't feature the author or other relevant persons of the book), the story however is somewhat fantastic. Perhaps loosely based on experiences, perhaps a work of travellers fiction, based on places visited, I can't tell. I would love for it to be true... It was published in 1936, and while there is little reference to dates, the timeline can be loosely picked by events referred to - for example Soviets beginning to enter Bokhara.

The few internet hits on the authors name refer to this book only, and for what that is worth refer to it as a biography. It has been printed in German, and seems move available in that format, as copies in English appear rare - there is one only on Abebooks. While I came across a dusty hardback first edition, I found a copy in English online, available here: https://www.indianculture.gov.in/ebooks/diary-slave.

Yes - I have been a slave.For some time, amidst the wilds of Turkonania, I was the unwilling property of a fiend in human shape - a man in whose veins coursed the worst traits of Mongol, Tartar and Arab. I was beaten, half-starved, threatened with death on a score of occasions, and daily lived in an atmosphere of murder and devilish debauchery. Yet - were I to commence this narrative with a confession, I should admit that I am finding the greatest thrill of what has been a very mercurial existence here in Europe maintaining myself.