ABSTRACT

When John and I moved from London to the Berkshire countryside with our newborn daughter, Sasha, twelve years ago, we never thought that one day our efforts to have another child would take us on an emotional roller coaster through the despair of IVF and a two-and-half-year journey meandering through the protracted bureaucracy of the adoption system. Or that the red tape would open doors to a fascinating, new culture, new friends and eventually lead us to the other side of the world.