When, after 10 years of being unable to walk, I got back on my feet, my childhood friends didn’t recognize me in the street. Learning to walk again was weird – you are so upright and you stand up so high. From the moment I stood up on my feet, I see everything more clearly, I see how difficult it is for me to move around in the world to which I’m so unfit – the world in which being ‘unlike the others’ is still seen as a ‘dissimilarity’ and not as ‘variety’.

When you watch me dance, please try to forget that my legs are numb from half the length of my thighs to the tips of my toes.

“And he arose, and departed to his house” [Mt 9:7]