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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