Sébastien Jean has passed away. The news is as absurd as the circumstances of his death. He fell on the stairs in his house, hit his head really hard, and died instantly. The friends who rushed to his side in Soisson-la-Montagne after the accident, had no words to utter at the moment. Everything was going so well. A laughing, extravagant Sébastien, full of projects, a trip to France to go see his two boys, participate in exhibitions, try to live there again, postponed for more than a year, even as he knew that his creativity was intimately linked to his life in Haiti, to these wanderings, these meetings with friends, the Homeric disputes he had with them, their quarrels, the inevitable reconciliations.