She'll Change Your 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.
[Narrator]
With a prompter in every cellar window whispering comebacks,
shy people would have the last laugh.
[Narrator]
It's better to help people than garden gnomes.
[Amelie]
She doesn't relate to other people. She was always a lonely child.
[Amelie]
Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.
[Hipolito, the Writer]
We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.
[Hipolito, the Writer]
Failed writer, failed life... I love the word 'fail.' Failure is human destiny.
Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show that will never play.
[Hipolito, the Writer]
You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person
than build relationships with those around her?
[Raymon Dufayel, the Glass Man]
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