" I thought if I stated my name enough times, my identity would fall back into place. I wrote my n name in the dirt. I wrote my name in the dust. But a name is a cover, a placeholder, not the whole story. A name is a basin with a leak that you need to constantly fill up. If you don’t, it drains and it’s just there, a husk, dry and empty. "

― Clemantine Wamariya , The Girl Who Smiled Beads: A Story of War and What Comes After