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mare on his profile’ kitchen which was more or less falling apart. Her advice was always particularly im-portant and valuable, and not just because of her Mas-ter’s degree in counselling, completed in England. After all, even the dogs in the street knew that dating websites were her middle name. A quick autopsy was enough for her to suggest a diagnosis and treatment. And, just like is always the case with repairs, (where you start with the odd jobs and, without even realising it, you end up with a full-on renovation in the spirit of “well, we’re already doing it, might as well go all out”), she didn’t take long to change it from top to bottom. Any possible objections he might have had she quickly bypassed with the unshakeable argument that she was a woman and, well, she knew better.

Generally everything about his profile, she felt, had a taste of staleness and seventies Greece. Even his references to this favourite sport, football, which she inexplicably considered extremely unromantic, didn’t manage to survive her destructive fury. Neither did all those Lanthimos, Angelopoulos, Milan Kundera, Emir Kusturica, Aki Kaurismäki, James Jarmusch, Francis Ford Coppola, Andrei Tarkovsky and Rainer Werner Fassbinder, who, ticking the relevant boxes on his supposed artistic preferences, festooned his