It was 1982 and I was 26 years old, endeavouring to adopt a child from a Third World country.My book is a firsthand account of being one of a small number of forerunners travelling to the source, contesting authorities and being labelled a 'queue jumper'. I embarked on this journey naively unaware of my so-called crime.Due to a political agenda, I was forced to remain on foreign soil for my act of compassion and desire. Subject to a circus of torment and bureaucracy, set against a backdrop of seedy characters [some of which I was later to discover were on Australia's Ten Most Wanted List], poor desperate characters, and kind strangers. It was a journey of a lifetime to which I came home with a beautiful son who to this day still makes me proud.