Kenneth Berth: “Six months ago I was in Paris, walking around very carefree and suddenly I cross a zebra crossing, the light is green, and a car is coming.”
That car mows Kenneth off the road. He can’t walk for six months. In the months that follow, he searches for the person behind the man who hit him. To this end, he speaks to other victims and perpetrators of traffic accidents. “How are you supposed to deal with that? Am I going to spend the rest of my life angry at a character who I have made into a worse person than he or she may be? I don’t want that either. I really wanted to see the other person, the person to see, to see a human being, to be able to almost look into a human being’s eyes to see that the monster I’m making of it might not be such a big monster.”