“They are called Osmane, Zaïd, Hussein, Ishtar. We see it in their friendly looks, in their innocent smiles, their measured gestures, their childish coquetry, their cautious attitudes. They already know misery and deprivation, they know violence, they have suffered it for centuries without interruption; they have nothing more to fear. Just as they know patience, courage, dignity, humility; they have nothing more to learn. They have everything that leaves a leaven to magnify their truth, our truth. […] Thanks be to this woman from elsewhere: she allowed us to meet in this great puzzle called Algeria.”