no name is yours until you speak it, dixit bhabha

No name is yours until you speak it; somebody returns your call and suddenly, the circuit of signs, gestures, gesticulations is established and you enter the territory of the right to narrate. You are part of a dialogue that may not, at first, be heard or heralded--you may be ignored--but your personhood cannot be denied. In another's country that is also your own, your person divides, and in following the forked path you encounter yourself in a double movement...once as stranger, and then as friend. 

Del prefacio de la edición de Routledge Classics de The Location of Culture de Homi Bhabha.