Friday, 14 June 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris and Bucharest part 114

I am in the process of reporting the misfortune of Miss J at Bucharest, but I could not help wondering if the Romanian press may have been kinder had she not been an Asian woman.  'They are all whores, u'know, those Asians', so uttered Lord Sewel while being taped sniffing drugs.  He was caught donning a pair of red bras, but as the title Lord indicates, he is well respected man in the Untied Kingdom and perhaps his opinions are supported too.  It is not better in Germany either where a video advertisement showing an Asian woman paying money to sniff the dirty underwear of a German bloke.  

The Ad did not specify the nationality of the role, but the background setting was that of Japan.  The producer was unapologetic claiming the video was created based on his research.   Now, unless he had been badly jilted by a Japanese woman we had done nothing wrong to this producer.  Maybe this is why he targeted us because his research would have informed him that Japanese women are raised to suffer in silence (at least up to my generation.)  Indeed, it was the Korean and the Chinese women who raised their voice to denounce the uncouth video.   Had it not been for them, the producer may have gotten away it.  Besides, slant as our eyes are, Asian women can still discern the handsome from the mediocre looking Caucasian men.  Atrocious our pronunciation of English, French, Germany, etc. may be, we can still tell when the white men are lying to appear successful in hopes that we Asian women won't know better. 

However, I am also aware that there was a time when Asian women also contributed to this defamation through either working as household servants under the white mistresses, marrying a white senior man for Visa, or in the worse case, being exported to the west by their pimps.   Therefore, I can tolerate discrimination from the older people, but the modern generations ought to be aware that the new Chinese are so rich that they can hire a group of servants themselves.  I remember that this town called Bondi Junction in Australia was suddenly bought by the Chinese money that the majority of the white employees were replaced by the Chinese staff virtually overnight in the year 2014. 

The economical boom has sadly passed for Japan, but it is safe to say that Japanese servants, or prostitutes would not need to leave Japan where they would be paid well, if not better.  This I expected this Tradesman to know after he had spent 15 years working in Japan.  'I love Japanese people who taught me to do jobs well caring for the details!'  (Hereafter referred to as Mr. Treasure as his favorite phrase was 'all my customers are my treasure')  Surely, he would know that one thing the Japanese women seek outside Japan is recognition for their intellect.  

This is still hard to find in Japan.  Even our new Empress Masako was long forced to live a semi-confined life as a punishment for bearing only a princess.  That she was a graduate of Harvard University and Tokyo University (the most elite institution) had been brushed aside until President Trump and Mme. Melania praised the beautiful command of English of the Empress Masako.  Thanks to them, the Japanese media has finally acknowledged the true worth of our hereto wronged Empress.  It was not just men because  the ladies nearby lifted not a single finger to the Royal Highness Masako.  I want the readers to know that this blog is not about man-bashing.  Women have been just as guilty of gender discrimination.  

Now I would not dare to compare myself to Empress Masako, but I expected that Mr. Treasure would treat me fairly decently.   He showed me the recommendations from his Japanese clients to reassure me.  In hindsight I should have noted that they were all men, but he was son of an immigrant, an outsider to the French society like myself.  He was sympathetic that my woman architect had let me down.  'I'll come and make you the real pasta to cheer you up!'  Mr. Treasure bellowed with a friendly smile.  I temporarily forgot that in Paris, the enemy of an immigrant was other immigrants.

It was not long before it became clear that Mr. Treasure's affection for Japanese clients was fake.  As soon as his workers went home, Mr. Treasure took advantage of the fact we were alone and grabbed me to kiss.  I turned away so his lips would not touch mine, but the yucky sensation on my cheeks and neck followed.  His one hand sneaked under my shirt to touch my back skin while his other hand searched for my breast.  The man was twice my size.  My 2018 was looking to become my worst Christmas ever.

To be continued.
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Friday, 7 June 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris and Bucharest part 113

My old modem has gone off that I do not have regular access to WIFI until the new one arrives.  I hope the problem will solve soon because I feel so vulnerable in this NO-WIFI environments that I must rely on internet cafes.

Miss J also felt utterly vulnerable when her plane landed in the Bucharest airport on that fatal day.  She was completely out of her comfort zone.  Away from Japan known to be one of the safest countries in the world, deprived of means to communicate.  Her English would have been useless.  I know so because the Japanese are not born with the DNA that would have helped us in mastering foreign languages.  (I am one of the exception who is in turn is pathetic at mathematics, something most Japanese are known to excel at) 

The first thing Miss J would have done it to withdraw local cash from ATM in the airport.  She would not have succeeded in it because I have also tried my credit cards issued in Japan there in the Bucharest Airport and it did not work.  The cash was only dispensed after I switched to my French bank cards.  I was relieved, but no such a comfort for Miss J who was met with an ATM that did not give her local cash.  She may have tried many times while time slipped away. 

Miss J finally gave up and searched for a shuttle bus to the central station in the city.  She arrived there in time only to discover that the bus last bus had left before the schedule.  The driver wanted to go home and did not care if his action jeopardized the plan of the potential passengers, or in this case the future of Miss J.  The shadow of Communism continues to cash a shadow in the mind of the Romanians despite the government may have gone democratic.  The mind frame of communism is that one will not be rewarded for a job well done.  So why would the workers want to try to do well?

The camera at the airport recorded Miss J visibly in shock and dismay at the bus stop.  Her panic was palpable and a vulture smelled weakness.  A stout built man approached Miss J with a smile.  He had a boyish face which did not alarm Miss J.  You may say why did Miss J was foolish enough to trust a stranger.  To that I answer that I would have done the same thing because Japanese women are so skeptical of male taxi drivers.  I myself have been ripped off almost all the time by male taxi driver that I avoid them at all cost.  I have been threatened to be left in a deserted place with my luggage while my departure time at the airport was fast approaching in Korea.  I was subjected to a sex talk by an Indian taxi driver that I was almost ready to jump out the taxi in Australia.  In Paris, a taxi driver did something to the meter when he saw me which made the meter rise at every second in Paris.  A Japanese taxi driver in Kyoto took the one way road and used it as an excuse to do a round about tour.  So…I would rather crawl than take a taxi and I would not be surprised if Miss J shared the same phobia.

So when a nice looking gentleman offered to share a taxi with Miss J to the central station in the city, she would have been relieved that she would not be alone with a taxi driver.  The Romania media condemned her for not having taken a ticket from the official taxi ticket vender, but when I looked around the Bucharest airport, it was not that easy to find for a new comers.  Remember, Miss J was already in panic for having missed the shuttle bus.  I do not blame her for missing the small ticket vender.  Besides, Miss J would have read in the guide book that even the official taxi drivers had been know to rip off tourists.  Therefore, my mother and I opted for a shuttle bus because I had booked a plane that would land us in the afternoon, not after dark.  Miss Harmony who had regarded Miss J as her rival, arranged this risky night travel after abruptly cancelling the tickets that would have landed Miss J safely in Wien, Austria.

The camera in the Bucharest airport captured Miss J entering a taxi with this man who had been arrested for violence and even homicide, but not yet apprehended because the Romania police officer begrudged the cost of the expensive DNA test of evidence.  Miss J was slim and sweet looking girl.  She was too young to suspect that this man and the taxi driver were a team.

To be continued.
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Friday, 17 May 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris and Bucharest part 112

To be true to the title I must share my experience in Paris too.  Although the intensity of danger Miss Charity exposed Miss J in Bucharest was far graver than my case, the equation was surprisingly similar.  Women will be women.  In my case, there was two.  One was Mme. Empathy of the restaurant from Hell which I have already written about.  The other one was a woman architect, or so I thought she was.

Mr. new Landlord saw that the kitchen was in need of updating so he hired an architect.  He was pleased that she did not charge too much despite having years of experience below her belt.  He thought she could see to it that my insulation work to combat the restaurant from Hell below will be planned well too.  I shall refer to her as Mme. PRUDE who was to be a stickler to the regulations.  This may sound promising but it turned out that she would relax her standards if the risk did not concern her.  The first sign that the things were not as Mme. Prude claimed was that she had gained her long years of experience by working for her husband.  She insisted that she was his equal partner, but she did not know a single tradesmen who would work for her in Paris.  She knew some men who worked for her husbands but they were situated too far from Paris.  Mr. New Landlord and I made the mistake of believing her story.  Mr. New Landlord did not want to be seen discriminating against women and I wanted to encourage women getting more jobs.  Reverse-feminism is one form of Victim Business that derails some of us from making a balanced decision.

If a feminist happens to read my blog, she may denounce me for victim-bashing but the case of Mme. Prude taught me that reverse-feminism ought to be avoided for the sake of women.  Mme. Prude never learnt to be fully responsible for her work most likely because she had had things easy, gaining opportunities through reverse-feminism instead of her own merits.  It did not sit right with me that Mme. Prude made a constant fuss over making things prettier in utmost details while she depended heavily on the tradesmen for bigger things.  Obviously her husband had always taken care of the foundation because the electricity system she designed for the apartment later proved to be faulty.  In fact, the electrician hired by Mr. New Landlord warned her of the risk and offered to carry out a complete overhaul of the electricity.  This would have delayed the completion of the work, which was not acceptable for Mme. Prude who had landed a bigger assignment from another new client.  She told the tradesmen to add new cables to the existing old electric cables and lied to him that the landlord was fine with it.  She knew that the cables would be covered up in a way that amateurs could not see.  She also knew that the electricity voltage in Paris is much stronger than that of Japan.  Yet, she told me that everything was done to perfection.

So the day came when I plugged my new grill and opted to lift the lid and…BZZZ!  I felt an electricity shock and jumped back.  The grill had not even been turned on yet.  Mme. Prude had left me with the electricity system that constantly leaked some electricity.  She desperately blamed the electrician and disappeared without finishing the job.  Not a single recognition that she had put one life, mine, at the risk of death by electrifying.  All Mme. Prude focused on was to duck responsibility and she must think of her lucky that my Mr. New Landlord did not sue her after he fixed the problem with another electrician.  She made her clients overpay the administration fees to a various institution which in the end served only to shield her from any possible legal liability.  Besides, Mr. New Landlord knew a man suing a woman for incompetency would not reflect well on him. 

Thus, once again Mme. Prude benefited from the Reverse feminism and some unsuspecting clients will fall victims to her prudish lecture not knowing she would install a sub-standard electricity system without her husband's supervision.  After my initial rage at her subsided, I felt sorry for her that Reverse-feminism had corrupted Mme Prude's mentality.  It is sad because many genuine women with substance have made efforts to be recognized for their merits.  Yet, the cases like this Mme. Prude would spoil things for the womankind again.

However I am still alive to tell the story unlike Miss J whose course of life was distorted by Miss Charity.  Of course, Miss Charity was not the only administrator of this amateur club, but the men around her hesitated to question her risky itinerary probably from reverse-feminism.  Thus, Miss J was not saved from her horrendous end.  

To be continued.
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Tuesday, 7 May 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris and Bucharest part 111

It has been a long while since the surge of Feminism awareness, but it has not completely been realized.  Women blame this on men's guarding their privileges, but at least men are very much united on this.  Women however often care more for her own advancement than her fellow sisters collectively.  If there was one spot to take, there would be at least one woman who would be scheming against other female colleagues while male counterparts watch on, quite amused.

Miss J who met the tortuous end in Romania was attractive.  The articles about her all said that she had been very popular among young men in this University in Tokyo.  In the photos she looks indeed charming and feminine, and most of all happy.  She was from a good family and yet did not look spoiled.  Instead you could sense her sense of obligation.  Unfortunately this sense of obligation made her agree to the fatal itinerary concocted by Miss Charity, the woman who was noted to be a complete opposite to Miss J on so many levels.  There are not many photo of Miss Charity around while there are plenty of the photos of Miss J.  The fact the more people took photos of Miss J than Miss Charity, we can assume that Miss J was the popular one of the twos like the media claimed.  The verdict of the internet comments section was that Miss Charity was 'ugly and nasty looking'.  I would not judge her on her looks, but indeed I found the facial expression of Miss Charity reflective of her attitude.

How did those two women from the opposite ends meet?  There was this club that organised global part-time jobs for the students in Japan with the aim of deepening a global understanding among young people.  The problem was that this club was run by amateurs, not professional tour organisers.  Thus there she was, Miss Charity who was in charge of putting together jobs and travel itinerary for the members.  She must have known that she held the fate of Miss J in her palm.  The Romania media blamed Miss J of stupidity, but initially Miss J had requested another destination where she had some knowledge of.  However, Miss Charity suddenly changed the destination to Romania at the last moment.  Miss J hesitated, even fell ill from stress upon learning that the flight would land her at Bucharest late at night from where upon she would have to find her own transport to the North Station in the city center.  Now this North Station is the one notoriously situated close to the entry to the underworld of Romania.  Drug addicts and low lives.  If this was not enough, Miss J was to catch a night train to a countryside at midnight.  03:00 am was the time she would have reached her final destination where she was to teach Japanese to the young Romania students.  Miss J stood no chance with such an itinerary riddled with danger, courtesy of Miss Charity.

Still, it may have worked if a local person from the school had come to meet her at the airport.  But this was not to be because Miss Charity had changed the schedule too close to the date that the person who would have come was occupied elsewhere.  Miss J fearful of the dangerous prospect, started crying.  What angered the Japanese community later on was that Miss Charity remained totally unmoved by the tears.  Miss J wrote in her own twitters account that she was strongly persuaded to go.  Miss Charity would be smart enough to appeal to Miss J's sense of obligation.  The Club had gone to this much length to organize the travel and accommodations that it would be rude to reject the plan now and render the work as waste of time.  Think of the cancellation fees.  Have faith in the people of Romania...

The count down to one horrendous rape and killing had started.

To be continued.
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Tuesday, 23 April 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris and Bucharest part 110

The new chapter of this true horror series opens up with a gruesome death of one woman in Bucharest where I spent the last 10 days.  In this day of age murder cases have rendered us jaded but this one hit me hard because the victim was an Asian woman.  It shocked me even more that local press bashed the victim instead of the predator as 'the young woman should have known better'.  Her parents were furiously blamed for having raised a stupid daughter that they could not seek for an apology, let alone sue the organization that sent their daughter to the death trap.  Even though it happened in 2012, I did not know about this tragedy for 6 years

However, after sighting the crime scene in Bucharest and having gathered more information, I could see that the young woman was exercising as much precaution as possible in a Japanese way.  I shall thus refer to her as Miss J despite I've read her real name in several articles in Japanese, but the case seems to be totally forgotten in Romania.  At least my Romanian guide did not know about it but the other guide who was a Japanese knew everything about the case of Miss J who was dismembered.  Though my horror experiences with tradesmen in Paris did not end as nearly as bad as her case, I still share the similar Japanese woman thinking as Miss J that I felt utterly sick in my stomach the entire trip that I was relieved when I had finally left Romania.  The least I could do now as a sister of the same nationality is to prove that she was doomed, not a careless fool, so unfairly dubbed by the press at the time, by comparing my experience with that of Miss J, step by step.

Of all the tradesmen who ripped me off, the last one took the cake.  He dared to sexually harass me to scare me into accepting his price.  He must have caught on in the long years he spent in Japan that the Japanese women's strong sense of obligation can be exploited to manipulate us into submission.  We are raised as not to suspect of agenda when the gentleman may simply be acting kind…The old habits are hard to break and I did agree to pay him additional fees (after the quote had been agreed upon.)   Most likely his former women clients did the same because this Japanese speaking tradesman must have appeared like a God-sent in Paris where dark side creeps up on you should you choose to stay long.  He had advertised his business on the site of the Japanese association in Paris without having paid the due fees for many years.  His talk of being a friend of Japanese people was a sham.  I shall refer to him as Mr. Sincerity. 

However, the attacker of Miss J was far more sinister.  I shall refer to him as Psychopath R (because he was from Romania) who had already been suspected of murdering several local women.  And yet he was allowed to roam free because the Romanian police grudged the expense of DNA test which would have caught him before he could offend more.  My tour guide informed me that the Romanian police did fire all the squad who were responsible for failing to put away the psychopath R, but only after the brutal murder of Miss J who was barely 20 years old.

Sexual harassment or abuse may be carried out by men, but some women make use of the base instinct of man as a mean to ruin her rival woman.  Such was suspected as the motive of one woman who concocted the itinerary from Hell which put Miss J at grave risk…on purpose.   I shall refer to her as Miss Charity whose photo was uploaded shortly after the death of Miss J by many Japanese bloggers who smelt foul play.

To be continued.
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