Monday, 8 April 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 109

My mother has been staying with me, thus I am late updating my blog.  I have a lot to make up to her after my poor judge of characters led to Mme. Landlord’s ruining my mother’s short stay in Paris last year.  We both thought my mother would never be strong enough to travel to France from Japan, but Mme. Landlord’s malice woke up the fighting spirit within my mother that her health actually turned for the better.  Voila, one year later she withstood the long flight back to Paris. This time she is staying longer as that dragon Mme. Landlord has left the building.  My injured wrist will never regain its former strength, the result of the abusive labor demanded by Mme. Landlord, but it has healed to the point that I can somehow live normally.  The obsessed woman may still wander back into the garbage room, I'm sure, but still the dark cloud has been lifted.  Those challenging characters may have been put on the earth to serve others in an unusual way.  

You may then ask ‘Even the restaurant from Hell, that is still acting a menace to the neighborhood by mocking every regulation possible to break, has its purpose?  Yes, and I say this not because the restaurant from Hell has finally started getting bad reviews…from the real French clients (not friends or acquaintances) accusing deception in the quality of their wine and passable food which does not merit its high price tabs.  The lesson here was not about a mere 'karma for bad guys getting what they deserve'.  I can’t speak for the other residents who are exposed to the hellish music of the restaurant, but to me the long trying experience may have been to cure one big flaw of mine--the bleeding heart.  While it sounds kind, the bleeding heart is not a virtue at all.  It is a denial of the real responsibility while trying to look a saint about it.  They often take the God as their hostage to gloss over their coward acts.  In my case, I have not yet picked a religion, thus I have never hidden behind the God, but I must say that all my life I have been sympathetic towards the minorities of any sort.  I was always a sucker for soliciting pleas and god knows how many people have taken advantages of my disposition. 

And yet I have been such a snob telling myself 'it is nobler to be a duped than becoming a deceiver'…until four years in Paris has smashed some sense through my thick skull that the acts of bleeding heart is similar to some parents who over spoil their children, a sinister kind of child abuse.  It helps the so-called underdogs turn into monsters who mock honest hard works but agile in swindling from others.  If you have been reading my true horror episodes in Paris, you would know that I have fallen prey to variety of them on so many levels.  I now regard with bitterness the young people who defend the victims against anyone.  It will be decades before she or he would realize that she/he had been used by the victim businesses. 

So for my readers who must have been puzzled as to why I did not opt for revenge against the people behind the restaurant from Hell, this was the reason.  I had been in a long round about way responsible in festering the mentality of victim business.  I was made to confront the result of my smug bleeding heart after refusing to acknowledge it for a loooong time.  This realization will save me from falling for wrong companions in the future.  Unlike some women with gold-digging heart, I have always fallen for losers with a helpless demeanor.  An angel must have watched over me because something always happened that put those problematic men far away from me just before they could sink their fangs into my life, but the guardian angel must have decided that I should not get myself into further troubles and thus taught me a big hard lesson because even women could take an advantage of me.  The recent example being Mme. Landlord, a seemingly harmless old woman.

My newly gained concept has pushed me towards solitude, but I was not allowed this because I still needed to rely on tradesmen to install phonic insulation onto my walls and the floor to combat the noise travelling up from the restaurant from Hell.  My landlord has given me the permission as long as I paid for it, but he offered through the agent to freshen up the old kitchen and bathroom too so long as I would oversee the work to make sure the cost was contained within his budget.  This sounded great until it put me into the direct contact with the tradesmen.  I would not use the term Horror stories, but those vultures, sought their potential prey in me.  My guardian angel was not done with me with her lessons and thus a new chapter begins in my True Horror Stories in modern Paris.

To be continued.

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Monday, 25 March 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 108

A weird thing happened two weeks ago.  Mme. Landlord who had sold her apartment was seen wondering in the garbage room of the building.  Of course, I nearly screamed.  What is it with this woman and her obsession with the garbage?  I have heard that the French people are not big on cleanness, but this still felt extreme.  It gave me a shudder when she looked at me and smiled a little, as if she had run into an old friend.  This was the woman who sent an abusive slander about me to everyone in the building last month.  What did she expect from me?

I returned her greeting politely but coldly and walked past her without slowing down.  No more the usual and well-known Japanese warm smile.  I am a traditional Japanese woman who would tolerate condescension, selfishness, impoliteness, what have you, for a very long time, but once we have burnt the bridge, you do not exist to us.  I am not morally above revenge, but mere breathing of the same air with the disappointing person makes me sick that renders me incapable of revenge.  I prefer to leave it up to the God or the fate.

As I closed my door on her I sensed she was bordering on Alzheimer’s disease…and loneliness.  Now that I know Mme. Landlord is a pathological liar, all her talks about having a great relationship with her family may have been all sham.  Why else would Mme Landlord not have more important thing to do other than checking up the garbage room of the building that she no longer lived nor owned an apartment?  She would have made a mother-in-law from Hell that no wife in her right mind could tolerate her officiousness.  Looking back when I moved into this building every tenant described Mme. Landlord as a heartless witch.  If it had not been for the restaurant from Hell, I would have seen her through a lot sooner.  Her loneliness is due to her own doings thus she deserves no sympathy.  Ironically it may have been easier for her had I opted for a revenge because it would have put me in contact with Mme. Landlord.  It would have dissipated her loneliness. 

Instead, Mme. Landlord is deluded by her vain hope that she may still financially benefit from my submissiveness.  I did not opt for a revenge thus I must be still pliable, she believes.  She has even written to me that ‘she still believes that I do not mean to revel against her.’  I had a hunch that this greedy demented woman would keep showing up in the building like a wondering ghost hoping to ignite my former generosity towards her.  

She did indeed return for the second time last week, checking every nook of the building she could access.  And yes, we came across each other in front of my door.  She smiled again while I kept a stone face and ignored her again because she does not exist any more.  At my every rejection the greedy woman will feel her thirst un-quenched and burn by the amount of benefit she believes she should enjoy but have missed out.  It is the worst kind of Hell for an avaricious soul like hers and I did not lift a finger to create it.  She walked herself into it.  She may hope that I would buckle one day.  Never underestimate the resolve of the Japanese, particularly the samurai descendants, no matter how easy it was to push us around initially.

I was going to write about this man who also underestimated the Japanese, a son of the immigrant family who is a French by nationality.  Initially he was behaving with caution when dealing with the Japanese men, but then he saw me.  The years that he had spent in Japan has taught him that the Japanese women are demure and pliable.  I was single and living in Paris alone.  His true color came out.  
To be continued.
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Wednesday, 13 March 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 107

Of course I have no intention to defend those Pack of Cowards who have been exploiting the weak, women and the rookies (foreigners are essentially rookies in the Japanese society compared to the native).  Should men from other nations wish to pick bones with the Japanese men, I’d say fair enough.  However, the means and manners can reflect on the bones pickers.

What I appreciate about the Westerners and the Chinese is that when they accuse or attack Japan, they do so as themselves.  For an instance, the Brits will criticize Japan as or in the name of the British.  The Chinese will attack Japan as the Chinese man openly.  This shows that they are confident men who do not need to snitch and solicit other manly men to the dirty jobs of undermining the Japanese.  I ended my last post mentioning this one Particular Group of men whose lifework is to slander Japan in hope to squeeze more money endlessly.  Like I said, I do not intend to judge quarrels between men, but the means this Particular Group of men have employed are so un-manly even from a woman’s point of view.  These men would often take a Japanese name, go to Japan or even overseas, and commit crimes or violate the rules and shift the blame on the Japanese.  I have even seen on You Tube a crazed man screaming ‘I’m Jappneeese!’ in the most atrocious pronunciation as they behave shamelessly in public.  We know exactly how the legitimate Romanians feel about their identity being abused by some non-Romanians.

Unfortunately the Westerners cannot tell apart different Asian races.  Frankly the westerners are not interested enough in Asia to want to know the background although some American scholars have done the research and have often voiced their sympathy for Japan.  Even the Chinese tourists who had been brainwashed with the frightful image of the Pack of Cowards’ in the military uniform are pleasantly surprised when they come in contact with the diligent Samurai group in Japan.  The number of their visits to Japan have been sky-rocketing.  However, these diligent Samurai men are not without shortcomings.  They are brought up with the idea that a man ought to speak less while women can chat on.  Thus the world may feel that the Japanese men have not offered enough words of apology on any matters.  This needs to be improved but I wish to point out that these diligent Samurai men have also kept quiet about the compensation payment or aid they have been giving to others too.  This trait has been repeatedly exploited by this Particular Group of men and sadly they are gaining upon us.

I cannot imagine what will become of us now that the Japanese government has finally lift the gate of immigration.  It is a wonderful concept but I cannot be so optimistic given the records of Europe and UK.  What I do know is that when things go wrong in Japan, and if those Pack of Cowards concede that some migrated men are too strong to tackle, they will turn on a single woman like me as usual.  I have always loved the Baroque history in France, but this may not be the only reason that I wish to stay in Paris despite her harsh reception.  Besides, most of the people who took an advantage of me were former immigrants, not the French.  The recent one was this European man who spent more than a decade in Japan.  He claimed to possess the good of the two worlds.  Actually he turned out to have the bad of the two worlds which gave me the glimpse of what might become of Japan.

To be continued.
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Sunday, 3 March 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 106

I hesitated about the title as today’s content has little to do with Paris, but it still touches the horror of human nature, so I let it stand.

Every race has its unique values: for the French, beauty is their benchmark.  They are constantly saying ‘C’est joilie’ or ‘Ce n’est pas jolie.’ For the Americans, winning is everything.  The Chinese greets each other on the New Year’s Day by saying ‘Let’s make more money.’  In Japan, the unsexy value ‘working together diligently and industriously’ rules the nation.  However, this seemingly benign value can drive people to the edge over the time.

If you were born a gifted person who enjoy seeing yourself making difference in the world, you would be a King in Japan.  However, if you are mediocrely gifted, the same amount of effort will not bring the great result as the more gifted person.  People will not respect you, or worse may criticize you to have been slagging off.  Laziness is much detested as diligence is revered in Japan.  When you realize that he would never accomplish the same great result as the other gifted people no matter how hard you worked, you would either consume with hate towards mankind, or would turn to an easy way out.  Sucking up to the boss or superior, becoming his favorite or stool.  The boss will give you the credit for the work done by someone else.  You become a shadow boss in reality who can decide the fate of your colleagues.  Soon people learn that they have to go through you to be on the good side of the power.  You will hint the gifts or donation…bribes.

Similar things have happened in the places other than Japan, but it strikes harder in Japan where laziness is hated with vengeance.  Seeing someone getting away with more rewards for doing no work demoralizes the people deeply.  Seeing their hero framed and destroyed by the petty jealousy of a mediocre sycophant makes us doubt the virtue.  I myself turned away from the national soccer team of Japan after our national hero was wronged.  (For many years my loyalty was with the Socceroos, the Australian national team. ) Slowly our mind will be drawn into the dark side where the horror awaits.

The initial stage would be bottling up of the dark rage inside.  Then it would inevitably spill over and a man would start venting his frustration onto another weaker man in the social standing.  At the bottom of the scale, the man would turn to the foreigners and women…this is where it strikes home with me because in the eyes of the Japanese I am both of them.  

I was born in Japan, but raised in UK and Europe.  To the Japanese society I will forever be non-conformist, almost a foreigner.  Even a jerk said to my face that I was not a real Japanese, and yet he was working at Canon, a Japanese company selling products internationally.  The jerk loathed the fact that I, a woman, was a graduate of a university which was far more respected than where he had graduated.  His future in Canon was mediocre, thus he abused his position and cowardly deleted my employment insurance from the system as if I had never existed.  He had an accomplice, another coward man at the bottom of the hierarchy in the man’s world.  They consoled themselves by wronging women. 

Thus the world has been confused with the two extreme image of Japanese men: one is noble Samurai who upheld the moral code which includes the virtue of diligence.  The other is a pack of coward who would abuse the weak in the name of their superiors, while safely hiding behind the cover of organization.  The weak have included the foreigners and at a time, the war prisoners.  I was not there, but it must have been ugly because even my mother who was only a child during the World War 2, she remembered the military men behaving domineering towards the civilians in Japan.  My grandfather was too old to be sent to the front, thus was considered useless.  Those men who used to serve my grandfather became haughty.  If they could behave thus to their own people, how ruthless those cowards could have been to the prisoners of the war, I shudder to imagine.

Decades later, some nations have kindly recognized the efforts the better group of Japanese have made to compensate for the damages made by those coward packs.  Chinese people probably did not need the help of Japan to win their way back to their original status as the father of Asia, but it was the right thing for Japan to do, making the contribution through the ODA program for 40 years.  

However, there is one group of people who keep coming after the money and inventions created by our diligent elites.  I have encountered them in Paris as I did in Sydney.  As always they were busy sabotaging the Japanese at every chance they got.  To be continued.
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Tuesday, 19 February 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 105

My update was delayed because life always gets in the way in Paris.  Not least was petty Mme. Landlord harassing me again.  Not directly, but through spreading slander about me.  She still cannot give up the idea of her, the self-addressed epitome of virtue and harmony, preaching me, an ignorant immigrant, a lesson.  It used to worry me until I realized that no one in Paris pays attention.  No one cares about me nor about Mme. Landlord despite her pathetic cry for attention.  So, let her do her worst.  It will only damage her blood pressure.

You might wonder why I stay in Paris despite its obviously cold acceptance.  You may say that many aspects of living in Japan is more advanced and precise.  Yes, but that alone does not constitute happiness.  I have met a couple of Japanese men in Paris that reminded me why I left there in the first place.  Despite the dodgy reception that I received the last four years in Paris, and another 15 years before that in Sydney, I never experience the real sense of defeat because it was natural that the natives would have the obvious advantage over me.  I always acknowledged the priority of the born citizens over me wherever I lived.

However, things turn personal when your own people discriminate you.  Even brutal when it happens in Paris.

To be continued.  I am sorry that today's post is shorter than usual.