Many years ago, I lived in Paris. My friends and I would often congregate at another ex-pat friend's apartment, which was centrally located.
The apartment was on a street named rue Broca.
After the stroke, people explained to me that I had aphasia. But it wasn't until when my brother-in-law--who is a doctor, and a very kind one--showed me his Ipod with an app that had a diagram of the brain, where I saw a label: Broca's region.
When I saw Broca's name, it was as if I saw an old friend again. Of course, in a different context.
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