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Κώστα δες, αν δεν το 'χεις δει, το La fille sur le pont (1999).
Adele: The anesthesiologist wasn't my lucky break.
Interviewer: You had trouble with the anesthesiologist?
Adele: No, he was nice. He seemed so much in love I'd have followed him to China.
We got as far as Limoges.
Funny, isn't it, how people can seem madly in love when they're not? It must be easy to fake.
He said I got into his head like Cointreau.
I guess he got tired of Cointreau, so he went to make a phone call.
Interviewer: Phone who?
Adele: I never found out. He never came back.
The restaurant had a back door, which I didn't know, so I waited for him till closing time.
The manager lived upstairs.
His room smelled greasy.
But he had soft, gentle hands.
Hands are tricky. They can make you believe anything.
That’s how I got my first job…
…
The judge said Limoges has the most depressed people in France.
Interviewer: Which judge?
Adele: He comforted me when they closed the place because of the hostesses.
He was depressed, too.
Not that he comforted me for long. Not even 15 minutes. In a hotel room with no pillows, TV or curtains.
But he wasn’t that bad. When he saw I was crying, he gave me his hankie.
Then he left.