The success of his titles did not get him out of precariousness. Nor has he protected him from the injustice that has accompanied him since he was extirpated in the company of his Chagos. Claude Lafoudre nevertheless campaigned through his compositions to make between the voices of his own. At 61, deprived of his pension, the artist lives in uncertainty not being sure of being able to eat each day that passes. Meanwhile, his titles make dance.