The other has always been important in my work

The One who goes to War and gets killed

The One who hides out from fear of going to War

The One who recycles our garbage even on the coldest of winter days

The One who crosses borders on foot

The One whose entourage marked his disappearance and death

The One whose story is banal for us but is part of our contemporary History

The One who is invisible and hidden but whose role is very important

The One whose grave became the Sea that is my happiness

The Other who became me, and then, we