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"I went with Lowell Handler, a friend with Tourette's Syndrome, to a Mennonite community in Northern Alberta where a genetic form of Tourette's had become remarkably common. At first a bit tense, and on his best behavior, Lowell was able to suppress his tics; but after a few minutes he let out a loud Tourettic shriek. Everyone turned to look at him, as always happens. But then everybody smiled - they understood. And some even answered with Lowell with their own tics and noises. Surrounded by other Touretters, his Tourettic brethren, Lowell felt, in may ways, that he had 'come home' at last. He dubbed the village 'Tourettesville' and mused about marrying a beautiful mennonite woman with Tourette's and living there happily ever after."
Oliver Sacks