The first time I came to Braille House was because of print books, back when a second-hand bookshop filled the upstairs of the Queenslander in Annerley. By the end of my visit, I’d been introduced to a library full of braille books – row after row, shelf after shelf, of thick square books meant for the touch. I’d been making and selling books for years, but I’d never seen books like these! How on earth were they made? Those dots had me hooked.