[Fast-Ward-Re-For-Wind]

We walked the streets that glittered with the remaining rain drops. A bit of a drizzle. That was all. The dark was waking, but wasn't showing its entire countenance. I skipped a puddle - une, deux, my feet counted. My step was light, I was seeing the movie, 2 Days in Paris, finally. Pop corn, non merci, only the movie. No distractions.

The cramped theatre housed the expectant audience. Merely nine rows, but all filled. In third row, the heads in front of me block part of my view. Adverts start, I'd like to skip, fast forward, forget this part. It's starting, I sink into my seat, put my feet up, rest them as best I can in an awkward place. Julie Delpy and Adam Goldberg, sleeping on a night train from Italy to France. Natural faces; who looks good after a sleep on the train? Immediately the short flashes of places they have visited, the amateur filming captivate me in all entirety. Constant bickering, conversation, art, politics, real life. I love it.

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