On January 9, 1993, Jean-Claude Romand murdered his wife, children, and parents and then attempted suicide, which failed. The investigation revealed that he was not a doctor, as he claimed. In fact, he was nothing else. He had been lying for eighteen years, with no real basis behind his lies. When he was almost exposed, he decided to remove the people whose judgment he could not tolerate. He was sentenced to life imprisonment.
I contacted him and attended his trial. I tried to meticulously reconstruct his life of loneliness, deceit, and emptiness day by day. It was an attempt to imagine what went on in his mind during endless hours without any projects or witnesses, while he was supposedly working, but in reality spent his time in highway rest areas or in the Jura forests. Ultimately, I wanted to understand what affected me so deeply about this extreme human experience, something that presumably affects each of us in some way.