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
