Sunday, 8 April 2018

The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 68


You might wonder why I was not disappointed that Mme. Empathy did not get her uppercomance.  First, I had not expected any because this is not a movie, but a true story in the real life.  Secondly, it was all those men who had bent the rules and morality to indulge her ever since she could remember.  What person would not be affected by that?  What person would even think of doing the right things or playing by the rules after such easy rides?  I have no sympathy for those men who ended up being trodden by her.  I was just sooooo grateful that I had survived the woman.

Besides, a few months break in Japan had normalized my noise sensitivity.  
I realized that the worst was over.  Mr. Pride’s architect had done a good job suppressing the noise of the ventilation.  Sure there was still some noise during the night, but my super-duper insulation SHIZUKA would conceal it.  Sure it was unfair that I had to pay for them from my own pocket, but they were portable thus I could take them with me anywhere.

Mme. Landlord was still ever bent on driving Mr. Pride’s restaurant out, but I was feeling sorry for the new owner.  The new owner was also a victim of Mme. Empathy.  I shall call her Miss Harmony because she sent a letter to every resident and every landlord that she would like to talk and come to an amicable agreement.  No one replied, except me.  I felt sorry for the woman who had been lied to and invested her savings into this dodgy restaurant permit.  If she could agree to insulate the ceiling of the restaurant, I would have loved to make peace with Mr. Pride for her sake.  With this high expectation I went to meet the woman with Mme. Landlord.

How naïve I was.  I should have remembered my instinct when I first saw Miss Harmony: the dark shadow leaning against the wall puffing smoke out with confidence.   As I got to know her, I began to see why Mme. Empathy felt no remorse for deceiving the new owner of the restaurant from Hell. 

But what surprised me just as much, if not more, was Mme. Landlord who was not at all pleased about meeting Mme. Harmonie.  To my surprise the departure of Mme. Empathy did not excite her either.  ‘They're just tenants.  Dealing with them does not solve the problem at the root.  It is the landlord that matters.’  Her reasoning was correct, but I was a tad surprised to detect classism in her tone.  We are all guilty of some form of discrimination, but not everyone poses to be egalitarian.  I had respected Mme. Landlord for her volunteer works for migrants and her tolerance for homosexuals.  Unfortunately, she was having problems with her other tenant who was gay and that may have affected her frame of mind?

To be continued.


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