The immigration man read my deportation order, looked at it and handed it back to me. ’Are you Irish?’ he asked me. ’No’ I said ’as a matter of fact, I’m Yemenite Arab.’ Two detectives came forward who were evidently there to meet me. ’Apparently he is Brendan Behan, ’ they said. The immigration officer shook my hand and his hard face softened. ’Cead mile failte romhat abhaile.’ (A hundred thousand welcomes home to you.) I could not answer. There are no words and it would be impertinence to try. I walked down the gangway. I was free. First published after Brendan Behan’s tragic death, Confessions of an Irish Rebel picks up where Borstal Boy left off. Not only is it the last instalment of a unique and unorthodox autobiography, but of a unique and unorthodox life that was as touched with genius as it was with doom.