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No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison by Behrouz Boochani
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“I have always despised waiting. Waiting is a mechanism of torture used in the dungeon of time.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“I’m destined to die in a particular way, when I choose. I decide that my own death must involve an act of the will — I resolve it within me, in my very soul.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“The presence of my mother / She is always present.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“Death is death /
Plain and simple /
Absurd and sudden /
Exactly like birth.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“Fear is an extraordinary force for motivating people; it pushes people to hurry up and determines their direction.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“I take a few deep breaths, trying to breathe some dignity back into my spirit.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“Sometimes experiencing suffering and hardship up close is easier than being terrorised with impending torment.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“Is courage the opposite of fear? Or is courage a virtue that emerges out of the essence of fear?”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“The weak always consider themselves powerful when they see others suffering.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“How idiotic for a person to want to show off to a bunch of poor and helpless humans by wearing those ridiculous clothes.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“We feel that we have burned our bridges”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“At times the cooks express a small amount of generosity and pour half a glass of milk for every prisoner.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“When one is in urgent need of a toilet, the mind has little control over the body.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“At night, inside the protection of my room, I hug my pillow tight.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“She is the kind of person who radiates nobility. No matter what clothes she wears, no matter the situation, no matter if her life hits rock bottom, no matter what; she will leave a lasting impression on her surroundings.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“Listening to the waves and following their rhythm is like a fascinating form of entertainment, a good way to pass the time.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“They inhale that smoke with deep desire – it journeys through lungs, through stomachs, through dry intestines, through barren intestines – the smoke that is exhaled is infused with the taste of starvation. The flavour of a few days of hunger.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“For some moments I exert everything to reach something far down inside the deepest existential places of myself. To find something divine. To grab at it... maybe. But I uncover nothing but myself and a sense of enormous absurdity and furtility.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend But the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“Oh God, do something, take us to a nice place. Kiss, kiss.”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“The Raft of Purgatory / Moons Will Tell Terrible Truths”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison
“unconsciousness”
Behrouz Boochani, No Friend but the Mountains: Writing from Manus Prison