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In some countries, tramps are called « the tired ». They are, in fact, men and women with dried out resources and a life made of misery, loneliness, disarray, but also courage. Some may prefer to live in deprivation rather than in a deceiving reality. And a majority will never step out of it.

ITI, for itinerant, tramp, is twenty short stories on the tramps of the world, these marginals, outcasts that our society has the duty to assist. Not only to foster them to come back with us – good for the renewal of ideas and the development of our sensibility – but assist them in their life, give them back some place to live, to sleep, to stop them hearing our noises, these we produce when we are in their home, the street.

Édition:Les Éditions Quebecor
Paru en: 1996 (available only at the author’s)


Even for free, nobody wants to deal with an tramp, even without donating. p. 37

"The municipality had a department of frozen pipes, but no department for frozen old men.". p. 72

"With so many people everywhere around, she wonders how eyes can met at such a distance" p.89

"All these people leaving the streets at the same time to go to their offices can’t be totally wrong" I thought with a smile." p. 95

"Better than all those people who don’t dare look at me, I am well aware of what I am and what I have never wanted to be" p. 99

"Nobody is free in our whole world. Not a single artist who could not expose, publish or play his work ; not a child who could avoid his entrance in our ants world Everyone has a role to play, from the patient who will be told when to go back to work, to the old man who will be notified where to wait for his medico-legal death" p.108

"I told him that it wasn’t over, that he would have to stay in a psychiatric institution, but just for a few weeks. He will be out of there quickly. He will be free again, that this wasn’t the end of his life and that we understood him. And you know,” said the fireman, “on top of everything, this is only the sad truth: he will get out pretty soon, will be freed, alone, without money, without anyone. So I’m ashamed to have convinced him to believe he could hope " p. 132

Foreword by Pierre PĂ©ladeau