dans le style de amelie....
On a cold night in 1977, whilst across the channel Jean-Pierre Jeunet dreamed of movies he would make one day, in England a sperm that would result in a union of 2 X chromosomes fought its way to the egg of its loving partner .
9 months later at 5:02am the father rushed into the hospital 2 minutes after his daughter had pushed her way into the world, and his exhausted lover said for years afterwards that it was the most romantic moment of her life.
27 years later, the parents live at opposite ends of the earth and no longer talk, although secretly somewhere each has a place in their heart that they ignore but smile at sometimes. The mother likes tv shows about funny commercials, looking into a baby's eyes, and going to bed with moisturised skin. She dislikes the sound of dial-up internet modems, people who push their way onto train carriages, and the taste of burnt coffee. The father likes hiding behind trees and jumping out to greet passing kangaroos, the sound of his Rolls Royce engine warming up in the garage, and the taste of freshly baked flapjacks. He dislikes pumpkins, people who yell, and bank managers.
And their daughter? She grew up thinking that everything in her imagination was possible, and that if you repeated a wish a thousand times it would come true.
These days she likes twisting the stones out of avocados with a large knife...imagining her life is a movie...smoothly navigating a crowded street...and sucking the colour off M&Ms before crunching...
She dislikes the sensation of fingers scraping down the inside of a freezer...the feeling of sunburn against a brastrap...and people who scrape the burnt bits off toast and say it's fine...
She lives in a quiet street in a room with a window big enough to see the lives of 3 other households when she opens her curtains in the morning.
One of them is an old woman who sits at her table every evening chain-smoking and reading the newspaper, one is a family that always has a table set with food, the others keep their bikes outside in the rain.
Today she plaited her hair whilst it was wet just to feel the crinkly bits tomorrow when she takes them out, and made a list of all the things she could get done in a day. She is still working on them... for the moment she is enjoying the smell of fresh laundry drying on the radiator, and eating a cookie by saving the filling for last.
9 months later at 5:02am the father rushed into the hospital 2 minutes after his daughter had pushed her way into the world, and his exhausted lover said for years afterwards that it was the most romantic moment of her life.
27 years later, the parents live at opposite ends of the earth and no longer talk, although secretly somewhere each has a place in their heart that they ignore but smile at sometimes. The mother likes tv shows about funny commercials, looking into a baby's eyes, and going to bed with moisturised skin. She dislikes the sound of dial-up internet modems, people who push their way onto train carriages, and the taste of burnt coffee. The father likes hiding behind trees and jumping out to greet passing kangaroos, the sound of his Rolls Royce engine warming up in the garage, and the taste of freshly baked flapjacks. He dislikes pumpkins, people who yell, and bank managers.
And their daughter? She grew up thinking that everything in her imagination was possible, and that if you repeated a wish a thousand times it would come true.
These days she likes twisting the stones out of avocados with a large knife...imagining her life is a movie...smoothly navigating a crowded street...and sucking the colour off M&Ms before crunching...
She dislikes the sensation of fingers scraping down the inside of a freezer...the feeling of sunburn against a brastrap...and people who scrape the burnt bits off toast and say it's fine...
She lives in a quiet street in a room with a window big enough to see the lives of 3 other households when she opens her curtains in the morning.
One of them is an old woman who sits at her table every evening chain-smoking and reading the newspaper, one is a family that always has a table set with food, the others keep their bikes outside in the rain.
Today she plaited her hair whilst it was wet just to feel the crinkly bits tomorrow when she takes them out, and made a list of all the things she could get done in a day. She is still working on them... for the moment she is enjoying the smell of fresh laundry drying on the radiator, and eating a cookie by saving the filling for last.
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