Author's note: A note about “Long Dusty Road”
'I am not a poet but these poems sometimes come to my mind and I can write them. Not really my mind, they come from my heart. Thinking about my destination ... I came from the other side of the world and I came through many countries to get to your country and I couldn’t. They banished me to PNG, to that prison camp—worse than a prison camp. I went back to my country and had to run away again, to cross many countries again. I climbed mountains, walked so far, was packed like sheep in a container for 12 hours, took taxis, walked so far, slept on streets in freezing rain, boats, camps, sleeping on the wet ground, sometimes in tents, much—too much walking, travelled on buses, walked so far, waited for long times stuck on bridges. Some days we just had 2 pieces of bread. I lost too much weight. When I ran away I was not thinking where I would go. I just had to run away. Now. Run. During 3 years, since I first ran away, and then this second time, I crossed more than 15 countries.' (Introduction)