Saturday, 18 November 2017

The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 49

I froze at the sight of she-devil. Then I noticed a man with her. He looked like a tradesman. I sensed that he had come to measure the opening on their roof. She smiled mockingly at me and started giving instructions to the man. Sense of helpless defeat came over me as I watched Natalie prancing around the apartment of the Italian gentleman without his permission. I looked around the old walls which was once a church. I am not a Catholic, but still I respect the history those walls have witnessed. It seemed sacrilegious that Mr. Pride would allow Mme. Empathy to gouge this once house of prayer. I quietly apologized for being powerless to stop those people. Oddly I felt better, but it must have been my wishful thinking…or was it?

The following morning, I saw the entire street was closed off for a complete overhaul of electricity cables. No trucks would be able to drive into this narrow street. The truck that would have been loaded with Mme. Empathy’s gigantic glass roof could not drive into the street either. Seeing that it gave same time to my dear Mme. Landlord and I, we opted to contact the Italian gentleman. Mme. Landlord had not been able to communicate with him because he could not speak French well. However, he spoke English and this is where I came in. Thank you, Australia, for having taught me English. I am in debt to this large island nation more than I had ever realized. My voice shook while addressing the man I had never met, but the Italian gentleman was understanding.

Within two days the tenants were warned never to allow Mme. Empathy’s people pass through the Italian Gentleman’s apartment or he would kick them out. Mme. Empathy’s plan was foiled. Not only that, the overhaul work in the street would continue for a month and half, digging, drilling, blasting stone road from morning to evenings, driving any potential clients from Mrs. Empathy’s restaurant. Who would want to have lunch at the work sight? Though I was being driven out by the restaurant’s kitchen noise anyway, I was still glad that I could escape the even more hellish noise while the restaurant’s staffs and the chef could not go anywhere.
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Saturday, 11 November 2017

The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 48

Those who read my last blog would have seen a rough dessin of the buildings.  You might remember that there was another window across from mine.  It was owned by an Italian gentleman who had opposed the installation of the glass roof which would have transmitted more noise.  He naturally refused to give Mme. Empathy the access to install the glass roof through his windows and he instructed his tenants not to either.

However, Mme. Empathy noticed the current tenant of the Italian gentleman was a young man, half French, half American.  ‘Oh, this should be a breeze.’  She turned to a beautiful French girl whom she had recently hired.  I shall call her Natalie.  Mme. Empathy whispered into Natalie’s ear wearing a mischievous smile.  The young girl was thrilled to sink that miserable Japanese woman down further into the mud.  Not that I had done Natalie anything to deserve this.  She was simply excited by an evil joy of manipulating someone else’s life. 

Now I mentioned the young man was half American not just because they are susceptible to French minx, but American men have that desire to be a hero, a virtue which Natalie made a good use of.  Later I learnt from this young man that she had visited him frequently and he felt obliged to help her.  He looked at me as if I was the predator obstructing the path of an honest restaurant.  ‘They have toned down on their music lately.  They deserved a chance.’  Now, the restaurant had toned down on the music thanks to my routine calls to the police.  But looking into his love-struck eyes, I said no more.  Thus it came to him breaking his promise to the landlord, the Italian gentleman.  The shining knight gave the restaurant the access from his window to install a glass roof.

But I did not know this when Mme. Empathy glared through my window.
To be continued.
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Sunday, 5 November 2017

The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 47

No one should be physically looking into my window as I lived on the second floor, so I had to stifle my scream with my hand when those cold eyes looked into my room.  However, Mme. Empathy was not a ghost and I should show you where she was standing on.

I have indicated the noise of the restaurant in red.  Mr. Pride and Mme. Empathy had left the dotted part of their roof uncovered (there was only a plastic shield over it from keeping the rain out) because they wanted to install a glass roof there.  However, the landlords of the buildings had rejected it at the general assembly because it would allow more noise through than regular roofing materials.  As my readers you would know by now that Mr. Pride and Mme. Empathy would not respect the wishes of the others, so they lied to Mr. Honour that their idea had been resoundingly agreed upon.  Mr. Honour urged the authority to grant the permission to build in a glass roof to the protected historical building.  (My clever Mme. Landlord has obtained the record of this)

Therefore Mme. Empathy was adamant to have her glass roof and she had two accesses to her roof.  One was climbing over up her other roof and landing on her lower roof, but that was costly.  The other option was to access through my window and that is where she is standing in the picture above.  This option had an extra benefit.  Had I given them the access, Mr. Pride could have manipulate it and put it on Mrs. Landlord through me.  ‘You gave us the access through your tenant.  Therefore, you have endorsed the permission to install the glass roof on behalf of the other landlords too.’  My lawyer had warned me against this, so I repeatedly refused despite the several emails from Mr. Pride. 

He offered not a single apology for the suffering he and his tenants were causing  me.  Not once.  He repeatedly demanded that I gave him the access.  He even threatened me with a lie that ‘it was how things are done in France of which you are ignorant of.’  Now, I would not expect empathy from this money obsessed man who was not exactly a French himself either, but I had expected him to have some logic.  Why would I agree to something that would make my dire situation worse?  I could see that his wealth had been made by his sensible father, not by him.


Mme. Empathy was being pressed by this Major from the police department, who had a justice bone in him, to seal the large gap on her roof to mitigate my suffering.  She was not going to yield, not Mme. Empathy.  So she created a third option.  To be continued.

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Sunday, 29 October 2017

The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 46

I was told that in Paris if a restaurant got caught more than 3 times for breaking the regulations of public health the authority would suspend the restaurant for one month.  Well, the police had already caught Mme. Empathy 5 times ignoring one regulations that the health of the public must be protected by ceasing to emit noise after 22:30.  However, the restaurant from Hell was still open.  The police would have reported her case to the authority, but oddly the report was being ignored.  This was the period when I saw a man with the air of self-assurance dining at the restaurant and Mme. Empathy was serving him herself.  In hindsight, he may have been Mr. Honour, or someone with a remarkable resemblance.

Therefore, I was not totally surprised when my lawyer delivered a daunting news that my lawsuit was not progressing due to the lack of response from Mme. Empathy’s side.  Normally the first trial would happen within 3 months of the date it was launched.  My ordeal should have been over, but the restaurant from Hell opted to wear me down over a long period of time with their unlawful noise and vibration and music.  My lawyer could not help me.  Besides he had more important clients to attend to.  So I had to battle alone in Paris where one has to fight for one's right.

I prepared myself for a long siege.  First I would not stay in my apartment all day to be exposed to their onslaught.  Paris had many wonderful libraries with WIFI to do my translation work.  I would return home at 22:00, make a phone call to the police as a part of my daily routine.  My kitchen had been fortified with insulation materials, my dear mini dungeon.  Lucky that I was a Japanese for we are used to small limited space.

But most important of all, I must not be angry.  No.  That would not be wise thing to do in a long term siege.  I knew I was being dealt an unfair card, but being angry would deprive me of energy which I would need to sustain the long battle.  Durability was my only weapon which had any hope of piercing one weakness the Goliath had.  The people in power have no patience.  They may have had at some point to get there, but the success would have robbed them off this virtue.  Things must fall their ways immediately, or they would lose their cool.

By now the police remembered me and would send their men out instantly to the restaurant.  It is amazing how a human can adapt him or herself even in the hell on earth.    Then one day, I looked towards my window and saw Mme. Empathy standing there.

To be continued.
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Saturday, 21 October 2017

The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 45

A week later, Mme. Empathy was in a foul mood.  ‘That Japanese imp called the police for 5 nights straight!  I thought she didn’t speak French!’  It was so embarrassing seeing those policemen calling the party off in her restaurant.  Most clients blamed the caller, but there were some who complained that they did not get their money worth.  They would not return and that hurt.  It was easy to fool young policemen with her smile.  ‘But officers, we are in the process of resolving the problem.  Please, give us time.’  Of course, she had no intention to spend a centime to solve the problem, but with her victim act she managed to send policemen away. 

However, there was this older major who was not fooled.  He had been moved by the tone of this Japanese caller, so desperate and vulnerable.  The situation had to be dire if someone with such a limited French would have to call every night.  He did a research and soon discovered that Mme. Empathy had been sentenced to pay the fine for her irresponsible management of another restaurant.  The major may have taken it as a mockery to the authority of the French police that Mme. Empathy would again open another restaurant just 2 minutes away.  She had nothing to fear because she was protected by Mr. Honour, the man who vows to fight against discrimination but is not above PISTON or nepotism.

After the policemen broke up another party, Mme. Empathy was defiant.  She told the guests that the party would go on and turned on the music again.  She smirked imagining the Japanese bug, distressed at the prospect of another long sleepless night.  That bug needs to be taught not to mess with the grand dame that was Mme. Empathy.   However…

‘Madame!’  The policemen barked as they returned 10 minutes later because they had not yet returned to the station.  Mme. Empathy could not believe that I called the police twice in the same night.

The French neighbors had not called the police because they believed that the restaurant would not last long, but also the French tend to leave the dirty work to the others.  But I am a Japanese woman who was raised to be the rock behind her men.  Submissive, but diligent, meticulous and finally, patient.

To be continued.

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