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I don't remember the day-in-the-life thing from Amelie...
On September 3, 1973 6:28 pm and 32 sec. a blue fly of the Calliphorides species, whose wings can flutter 14670 times per minute landed in Saint-Vincent Street, Montmartre. At the exact same second, outside a restaurant, the wind was sweeping in under a tablecloth, causing the glasses to dance without anybody noticing it.
At the same time, on the fifth floor of avenue Trudaine, Eugene Koler erased the name of his best friend, Emile Maginot, in his adress-book after coming home from his funeral.
This morning, like every Tuesday, Dominique Bretodeau goes out to buy a chicken. Usually, he cooks it in the oven with baked potatoes. After cutting off the legs, the breast and the wings, he'll clean up the bones with his fingers, starting with the oyster.
No, Bretodeau won't buy a chicken today.
He won't go any further than that telephone booth. There.
In one second, Bretodeau remembers everything.
Bahamontes' victory in the Tour de France .
Aunt Josette's corselets .
And, especially, that tragic day when he won all the marbles of his classmates during playtime.
-Bretodeau !
-Bretodeau !!
Today's September [?]; it's [?] o'clock in the morning.
At the Trene Fair the marshmallow-mixing machine mixes marshmallow.
At the same moment, at the La Villette garden Felix L'Herbier discovers that the number of possible connections in a human brain is superior to the number of atoms in the universe. Meanwhile,
at the foot of the Sacre-Coeur, the Benedictines work on their backhand.
The temperature is [?] C, the moisture content is [?] and the atmospheric pressure [?] millibar.
Sometimes, Amelie goes to the movies.
I like to turn around in the dark to see the faces of the people around.
And I also like to spot the little detail nobody will ever see.
But I don't like it when the driver doesn't watch the road.
Amelie doesn't have a boyfriend. She tried, but it didn't live up to her expectations.
On the other hand, she enjoys all sorts of little pleasures, putting her hand in a bag of seeds, piercing the crust of creme brulee with the tip of a spoon.
And play at ducks and drakes on the Saint-Martin-canal.
This is Gina, Amelie's colleague, granddaughter of a healer.
She likes to crack her fingers.
Here you can see her bringing a Kir to Hipolito, the not-successful writer.
What he likes is to see a bullfighter getting gored.
This is Joseph. Gina's jealous ex-lover.
He spies on her to see if she's replaced him.
The only thing he likes is to pop the bubbles of plastic wrappings.