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squirmeliaThe scene where we said goodbye was, of course, at the airport, but if you like, you can imagine a happier ending like in Amélie, where they ride off into the distance together.
It was the day after his leaving party and I felt more like an astronaut than Amélie, as if the protective clothing was a spacesuit. I held onto him, not in space or Paris, but simply in London, on a motorbike, between two red double-decker buses, as we were about to zoom away.
It was the day after his leaving party and I felt more like an astronaut than Amélie, as if the protective clothing was a spacesuit. I held onto him, not in space or Paris, but simply in London, on a motorbike, between two red double-decker buses, as we were about to zoom away.