A man left in ruins, Rémi says, a man who is nothing more than a pathetic pile of remains must put himself back together immediately, assemble himself however possible; to ensure his survival.

A man cannot live for long in so broken a condition.

And when I finished, Rémi continues, when I had rebuilt myself as best I could, when I could stand (my torso at an awkward angle, my limbs pointed in foreign directions, my head on all wrong; incorrectly constructed but constructed nonetheless), my first act was to carve those words above me.

So I wouldn't forget, Rémi says, so I would never forget.