Friday, 3 April 2020

Germany is purchasing anti-infuenza drug from Japan to combat Corona virus

Despite the Japanese government is considering offering the anti-influenza drug Avigan for free to countries looking to use it to treat new coronavirus patients, Germany would not take chances and they have decided to purchase millions of Avigan from Japan.  With the help of their military, the drug will be distributed to the hospitals nationwide.  

I hope Avigan saves more lives.

Sunday, 29 March 2020

Prayer does not save you from Coronavirus

The Corona death toll of Catholics and the Catholic priests is steadily rising.  I still believe in God, but we are made to realize somberly that we are going to need something more than prayer.

Japan is mass-producing our anti-Virus called Abighan which has proven effective against Corona Virus.  However, it is not conclusive as pregnant women may suffer side effects.  But other advanced nations such as France (its Pasteur research team) are working on a cure which I am sure will triumph over the virus one day.  The number of the infected is rising in Japan too, but the death rate has been kept low that the other advanced nation suspects of the Japanese to have already developed the immune system to this virus.  This is unlikely because unlike Chinese people, we don’t consume bats nor snakes that have feasted on Asian bats.  In fact in some areas in Japan where residents were annoyed by the migrating Asian bats eventually discovered that the plant ‘peppermint’ repels the Asian bats from making nests under the roof.

I do not presume to know the answer but Japan is a very egalitarian nation when it comes to medical treatments.  The government picks up 70~90% of the medical bills.  There are plenty of ventilators (to send oxygen into the infected lungs) in Japan whereas the oxygen ventilators are pretty much limited to the rich people in other advanced nations.  Of course, the governments worldwide have placed orders for more ventilators to be manufactured, so hopefully, the tide will change.  

In the meantime, I can only suggest what the doctors in Japan advice which is to drink simple hot water.  It helps boost the immunization of your internal organs while the coffee and teas cool your inside.  They both originate from the hot climate regions where people need cooling down, but one needs to warm our inside against the virus.  The best time to drink the hot water is in the morning and the worst time is right after meals because the stomach will be busy digesting food.  Another advice by the professional is to protect your fingers with ointment.  Regular washing of hands and application of the anti-bacterial gels are recommended, but over-stripping of the natural oil shield of the surface of the fingers makes it easier for the virus to pass through into your system.  So please, sterilize and then apply a moisturizing cream.

Back in early February Paris had no records of the infected while Japan had some.  Naturally, I wished to stay in France rather than going back to Japan, but the Asian phobia has already started in Paris.  I must add that my favorite bistros and the bakery continued to receive me warmly, but I noticed the frightened stare of the clients.  I realized that my presence might affect the business of my beloved bistros and the bakery.  So I decided to leave France for a while.  By sheer coincidence, I landed in Japan on the 10th March, one day after the Japanese government restricted the entry from China and Korea.  So the coast was clear in the Tokyo Airport and the plane had been almost vacant.  Two weeks of self-imposed isolation at home at the end of which I felt fine.  I hoped to return to Paris soon.  

Imagine my surprise when I later received the news that Coronavirus had exploded in France only one week after I left.  The quick surge in their death toll implemented the closure of the French border.  I quickly wrote to my acquaintances who were kind to me in Paris.  There were not many of them, so it only took me 10 minutes.  I was relieved when the couple in Italy replied to me.  However, the sisters in the USA have not yet replied to me.  What has Coronavirus done to us all?

Speaking of the USA, the Chinese government has expressed their theory that it was the US army who implanted China with the Coronavirus.  This claim is not accepted by some Japanese researchers who have traced the virus back to the Asian bats, not the fruit bats in Latin America.  However, the Japanese government is still grateful that China responded in a civil manner to our decision to restrict the entry of the Chinese citizens, unlike some Asian neighbour who responded hysterically turning it into the usual political blame game against Japan.

They say that Coronavirus has brought out the worst in people, but also the best like this one young nurse in America who died after deferring to take the PCR test out of consideration for the patients.  What a noble sacrifice.

Sunday, 16 February 2020

The end that I had dared not hope has really happened to the true horror stories in Modern Paris part 119

This world is not a fair place, justice is but a fragment of our wishful imagination.  However, it may not be quite the Hell after all.  The restaurant from Hell that nearly silenced me physically has finally fallen.

I thought they would get away with it with all their cheating and utter contempt for the everyday living of their neighbors.  They thought they would not need local clients for there would be plenty of gullible tourists they could rip off.  They billed their food as 'fresh food straight from the market' yet I saw boxes of powdered potatoes delivered into their kitchen early in the morning before tourists would see.  The managers personally knew many famous food critics.  Praising reviews adorned the entry door, but the neighbors knew they were fake because the praising reviews appeared too soon after the opening of the restaurant.  A respectable critic like Michelin would wait nearly one year to see if the chef could constantly maintain the high standard expected of Michelin. 

However, it may be this excess promotion that brought upon their doom.  The taxation office may have expected the restaurant to have generated some big profit if the great reviews on the walls were anything to go by.  In reality, the restaurants remained fairly empty aside of those occasional loud all night parties organized by the managers themselves.  It is quite possible that their tax return was genuinely low, but the taxation office would not buy it because the restaurant had successfully made the place appear 'happening'.  Also the restaurant was suspected of exploiting their chefs, many of them colored.  There were too many of them coming in and out like yoyo and their working hours was too long.  However, their last head chef was a French man thus he may have become a whistle-blower of the appalling condition. 

Whatever the reasons may have been, the curtain fell on Mme. Harmonie, the woman who haughtily told me to live with my windows closed instead of insulating her restaurant to contain the noise.  She condemned me to the life without fresh air but her attitude bit her in the end.  She would be in red after paying many months of expensive rent during which her restaurant was forced to close by the authority.  Now I have learnt that the landlord of the restaurant has gotten a new tenant.  

To my surprise, I did not feel joy.  Of course, I am relieved but that is all because it was not just the restaurant that robbed me.  Mme. Landlord who turned out to be a greedy leech, not just to me and even to the buyer of her apartment was a huge disappointment.  My former lawyer was only pretending to be a Japanese and I discovered that he was over charging me.  I got some money back when I confronted him with proofs, but I did not want to launch a lawsuit against a lawyer.  It would be too immature to cry that `they took an advantage of my trust', but they both were ruthless people who took an advantage of my weakened state.  So, you see, the world is full of villains and I cannot afford to invest my emotions let alone waste my time on revenge because my life is not long enough for it.  Besides the God is more genius than men when it comes to revenge (or everything) that it is better to leave it to Him. 

As I look into the deserted restaurant, I remember the night I was almost electrocuted by Mme. Empathy, the creator of the restaurant from Hell.  Without the self preserving knowledge passed down from my Samurai ancestors, I would not have lived to tell this story.  My former lawyer could not (or would not?) persecute Mme. Empathy for her crime and she got away by selling the hellish creation to Mme. Harmonie.  For all I know karma has not caught up with Mme. Empathy.  I told you this world is not a paradise and I have paid out of my pocket to insulate my apartment which I will not get compensation unless I file another lawsuit.  It may sound naïve but one needs to grow out of being a victim without the intervention of the predator if one wishes to claim 'pride' in the real sense of the word.  You will not earn respect of the world if you receive hand out, even in the form of compensation unless you are a child or were a child at the time.

My decision to leave the landlord of the restaurant alone has led to an unexpected effect.  My neighbors, French and Italians have shown me their support in the midst of Corona virus crisis when the discrimination against the Asians heightens in Europe.  Now this is priceless and I am glad that I am a person who can appreciate the value of things other than money.  I am all about moving forwards and pray that the new tenant of the restaurant will be law abiding.  We'll see if he/she will be honest enough to take down the endorsement stickers from the wall until they have genuinely earned the credit. 

Whether the true horror story in the modern Paris continues or the new happier chapter begins, it remains to be seen.

Thursday, 26 December 2019

Unexpected Christmas gift from the true horror stories in Modern Paris part 118

Today's gift is the reassurance that Karma may exist after all.  It has been a long time since my last update, but our restaurant from Hell, its operation has been suspended for months.  

It is not yet closed down because their noisy refrigerators and freezers were left switched on.  I know it because I can still hear the dreadful mechanical noise if I move part of my insulation material a little.  The bloody restaurant had installed a gigantic refrigerator which the authority would have prohibited on the ground that it was not proportional to the size of the kitchen.  Also such a modern refrigerator was not suited to an old building made of rock walls because the old rock walls transfer noise more efficiently than cement walls.  The regulations were meant to protect the living standard of the neighbors surrounding the restaurants, but of course, our bloody restaurant manager could not care less about their neighbors and the monstrous refrigerator was installed.  Their friend in the high place made sure that no surprise inspections would take place and that any inconvenient report to the authority against them would be crushed.

However, there is one authority almost always reliable to be mightier than any other authorities: Taxation office.  The rumor has it that the taxation office is onto our restaurant from Hell.  I am not at all surprised having witnessed their cheating behaviors.  It may have started with small things such as serving their clients powdered potato under the claim of being a fresh market food restaurant.  I know this because boxes of Knorr dried mush potatoes were seen delivered early in the mornings…before the tourists arrived.  The list went on that I nearly lost my faith in the code of my ancestors.

One of the codes revered among the ancient warriors in Japan is '…letting the enemy gain all that he or she desires'.  It is based on the doctrine that we human are not capable of wishing what is good for us.  In life, we tend to indulge ourselves if things go our way.  Thus I ceased fighting the restaurant and opted to pay for all the insulation materials out of my own pocket.  My intention was to stay and prevent other unsuspecting French tenants to be trapped in this apartment above the restaurant from Hell, but my silence still served the bloody restaurant well.  Too well that it may have accelerated their cheating attitude.  They still must pay rent for the venue even during the forced suspension months and their fake good reviews will lose their validity after so many months of non-operation.   The  restaurant will still reopen someday, hopefully as a law abiding institution instead of Hell, but definitely under a new management.  

Karma caught up with the old cheating management in the end, reaffirming my faith in good after a long three years.  I lost a lot of money in the meantime but It rendered me a forged resident of Paris.  Many people ask me if I have lived here for decades, thus it cannot be my wishful imagination.

Merry Christmas.

Sunday, 28 July 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 117

It's been three weeks since I last updated my blog.  I had again temporarily lost mobility of my wrist, the one that got damaged by Mme. Landlord who overworked me by making me clean and paint her apartment without a heater during the cold month of February while she was warming herself in her other heated apartment.  It was a blatant abuse of immigrants' labour by the self-acclaimed protector of the weak, but I needed to learn the lesson of life the hard way. 

Enough about myself.  I promised to an author Mr. Meade to give updates on the characters of my true horror stories in this modern Paris.  The restaurant from Hell went all out to deceive potential clients.  Each time some honest reviewer wrote a negative comment about their rip-off price for their stingy portion, the chef would bribe a young French with a free meal for a good review.  I once saw a girl chatting friendly with the chef inside the courtyard.  Shortly 5 stars review appeared on a social media with her photo.  Thus tourists and some French who are looking for a new place continued to get sucked in.  Nevertheless, the restaurant is never full because the neighbours would not dine there, not after being blasted with a loud music continuously until midnight.  This tactics backfired though as the restaurant kept losing their chefs who must have been exhausted by the long hours. 

However I find myself without zeal to write about the misfortune of the characters from the restaurant now that I know that they had ignored my written pleas about my physical suffering caused by the restaurant because they knew that I was under the influence of Mme. Landlord.  Mr. Pride and the other landlords all knew that Mme. Landlord would lie and exaggerate her suffering and thus I was suspected of fabricating my suffering under the instruction of Mme. Landlord.  In hindsight she forbid me to insulate my floor which would have mitigated my nausea and sickness because she needed to use my physical suffering as a big humane excuse to drive out Mr. Pride's restaurant.  Later it was revealed that she wanted to recover the value of her apartment which had been devalued by the opening of the restaurant.  My readers would have read about the hell that broke out after I disobeyed her.  She tried to drum up the residents to impeach me, which failed because they had already gotten to know me.

Never the one to be discouraged, Mme. Landlord turned to the new woman buyer of her apartment and fed her with the lies and scandals about me.  Mme. Landlord accompanied the new buyer…I shall call her Mme. May because that is when we first met, with the purpose to abet the young couple Mme. May and her husband to…God knows what she wanted, but she had this odd habit of announcing her move in advance in emails.  She had announced to the residents that she was going to correct all the wrong in the building for the sake of Mme. May.  So I had prepared all the written documents to counteract her lies and practiced my poor French phrases.  However, the God was on my side because Mrs. May had worked in America and thus spoke English fluently.  So I quickly explained the situation in English (thank you, Australia, you taught me well) and the obvious relief on her face was uplifting.  Mme. Landlord screamed ordering me to speak in French but Mme. May and I, we both ignored her and we bonded.  We are going to meet again on a cup of tea soon. 

Horror stems from many thing, but in my case it was my naïve bleeding heart.  In hindsight I refused to recognize some signs that old Mme. Landlord was a user because it was easier to hope that my patience with her ways would soften her avarice.  My damaged wrist is a stark reminder of my weakness which I must combat.  Some people may say that suing her for compensation would be the right revenge.  Yes, logically.  But if a person grows by overcoming the misfortune or troubles, then accepting money from the culprit would leave the person as the same weakling as before.  Being a weak fool is not a virtue.  In my case I have lost a lot through associating with Mme. Landlord, financially and physically, but only through earning back the loss through my merit I would be able to deem myself to have grown and overcome the hardship. 

In the meantime, Oh, the injured pride of Mme. Landlord upon realizing that her plan to humiliate me had failed.  I have at least gained the right to stand on the higher ground and look down on her.  This feels surprising good enough while I note that facial expression of Mme. Landlord has become both sheepish and vulgar.  What a face to show to the Lord when her time has come to return to Him.  But of course, she is an atheist so it would not have mattered to her.  I see religious people as trouble makers stirring up division among people.  God has been used to shield man's ulterior agenda for centuries.  Here in Paris I have witnessed the snobbery of one religion, the violence of one other religion, the victim game of one other religion and even the manipulation of one other religion.  And yet having no religion risks a weak soul like mine to turn into a self-acclaimed God as in the case of Mme. Landlord.  I need a religion to keep a check on my soul and attitude which is what the religion was initially set up for.  It is the people who have changed the good religions into self-serving cults.  Then only through keeping my religion absolutely private and secret may protect me from corruption.

So at the end of my long true horror stories in the modern Paris, I found myself bruised but in the place I had least expected.  I have chosen one faith.  This takes care of my soul and as for my career, I have learnt to use my left wrist to lessen the burden on my damaged right wrist.  NEC of Japan has launched a laptop whose keyboards offer 'light as feather touch.  I will resume my translation work with this new device.  And as for my dream to publish a book through a publisher, well this one is gone forever because my wrist will no longer cope with drawing many graphic novel pages at a time.  However, I have discovered that a few pages of graphic novel can be uploaded onto YouTube.  This will allow me to write at my slow pace and the potential readers will not have to pay money to see my work.  It would give me a sense of purpose if my graphic novel earned some clicks even though it is extremely difficult to earn living through clicks.

The last four years, Paris has thrown so many things at me without intermittence that I did not have time to sit down to draw a single page of graphic novel.  It may have been waste of time or life?   Yes and No because my plot will be more realistic after all this.  This post concludes this section of my True Horror stories.  Will Paris provide me with more 'True Horror'?  I wait with apprehension because this beautiful but cruel Dame will most likely do so.

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