Every childhood is a journey. It is also a fight, a fight to the death against death. We emerge victorious, most of the time, that is to say, leaving childhood intact behind us. A childhood in which we can return, to dip the tip of our toes or our entire head in it and to remember. To leave it in order to find it again, until the day when it is a question of finding it again in order to leave it for good. The places of childhood are then revisited one last time. These are places that an analytical trajectory allows us to return to in order to lose them instead of getting lost in them.

 Jean is a "permanent patient", a tenant for life. He writes his story in the form of a crossing of an inner desert and invites us to read it. He gives it to his "analyst" to think about, who therefore has no choice, just like him, to write it in order to leave a trace, even a derisory one, in the storm or the silence of the world, in order, above all, to try to give a form to the unfinished, to the unrepresented.