I may be blind, but that hardly matters. Even before the age of blindness came upon me I saw these events through the eyes of many others. I saw it all, more than enough to tell you the story.

I’m not the one who sees, I’m the one who tells. That’s who I am. In this new place they decided to call me Quote. But really that’s who I always was. These thing were done, they were seen. Now they will be told.

You can call me “Quote” Because that’s what you have called me. You couldn’t pronounce our names, call them “whistling” and “chittering”. So the men with the white robes and clipboards gave us new names for this new place. They’re the names I will give you as I tell the stories of all that has happened to us here.

This account is not something I undertake lightly. In addition to the difficulties of writing without being able to read the words I “write”, and the enormous chore of what is really writing an entire world history, there is also the question of reliving the emotions and images of these very intense times. My very presence here began with the most terrifying experience of my life.