If Amélie chooses to live in a dream-world and remain an introverted young woman, she has every right to mess up her life!
On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend’s funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born.
Pages full of dual ID photos
torn up and discarded by their owners
carefully reassembled by some oddball.
Some family album!
“Times are hard for dreamers.”
I like looking back at people’s faces in the dark. I like noticing details that no one else sees. But I hate it in old movies when drivers don’t watch the road.