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