No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison

by Behrouz Boochani

I have always despised waiting. Waiting is a mechanism of torture used in the dungeon of time. I am a captive in the clutches of some overbearing power.

The officers give us a slice of cold meat and a piece of cheese for lunch. I don’t take a bite. I prefer to sleep.

Seriously? Ten pages of starvation and given food it is refused? I think i should suspend disbelief in this work of poetic non fiction