You don’t believe me ?

Brussels, 1982. In the backroom of his gym on Chaussée d’Ixelles, Jean Claude isn’t yet known as Van Damme. For the moment, his parrot is his sole public. At 22 years of age and weighing in at 99 kilos (he had weighed himself that very day for the next day’s bodybuilding competition, which he’ll win),  he’s dreaming of America, movies, fame and marrying Gladys Portugues, a top model whom he had seen in magazines. As he doesn’t know that his dreams are impossible, he will do just that – make them all come true, including marrying Gladys. Twice.

Bruxelles, 1982. Dans la réserve de sa salle de sport de la chaussée d’Ixelles, Jean-Claude ne s’appelle pas encore Van Damme. Pour l’instant, son perroquet constitue son seul public. À 22 ans et 99 kilos (il s’est pesé ce jour-là pour un concours de bodybuilding qu’il remportera le lendemain), il ne rêve que d’Amérique, de cinéma, de célébrité et d’épouser Gladys Portuguès, un top-modèle qu’il a vu dans des magazines. Comme il ignore que ses rêves sont impossibles, il les réalisera tous, et épousera Gladys. Deux fois.

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