Je vous aime – pas moi: Anti-history of a sentence that has been spoken, and one that has only been signed.

The act of speaking has always been so viscerally united with the very essence of being human that its absence is more perturbing than anything else. Before being called deaf, we are called mute.

I remember a summer in Sicily where, after playing all day with a kid from the buildings further away, at the moment of saying goodbye he told me ‘Don’t go there, there live the mutes’. He was referring to my home.