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As long as I can remember, I hated shopping for outfits despite being a girl.  My mother had to bribe me with sweet treats to get me out of the house.  But once we entered the shop, I would look around for a chair to sit down.  I would much prefer to be strolling down a farmers’ market.   Aussi longtemps que je me souvienne, je déteste le shopping bien que je sois fille/femme.  Ma mère a dû me corrompre avec des pâtisseries pour me venir avec elle aux magasins.  Mais dès que nous sommes entrés dans la boutique, je voudrais chercher une chaise.  I was initially hesitant to move to Paris, the capital of fashion and love ... or until I found this article that said '50% of Parisians are single’.  Apparently they had given up on love. So I arrived expecting 50% Parisians to have stopped making efforts.  But no.  Even men dress beautiful.  I soon learnt that bosses in Paris can fire you if you are not well dressed.  Teens are bullied if not dressed in mode.  Incredible!  But it is my mot

Part 2 Sense of Entitlement (フランス人が苦悩から得た教訓)

Spring is upon Paris.  The street vendors are selling yellow narcisss.  It’s only 2 Euros, so why not?  I thought.   They say that the French are exclusive, but so far only the French people have been straight with me and even kind.  I had to speak some French before that happened, but the personality shift made in appreciation of my respecting their language was incredible.  Sure, the other immigrants in France speak better French than I do, but are they more respective of the French values?   The other day, I bought some vegetables at an outdoor market.  I was rather suspicious of cheap price tags at this stall, but I was ready to comprise on quality and chose to economize.  He was not a French, but I always give everyone a chance.  The price was double to what I had expected.  The French would show me the bill, but this non-French did not.  So I pretended not to have understood French and did not pay till he showed me the bill.  When he did I took it from him and there it was.  He h

Sense of Entitlement; La souffrance des Français: Version française est au milieu (フランス人が至った災難)

I might prefer ‘menace’ over ‘sense of Entitlement’ because with ‘love and patience’ we may be able to convert the menacing people, but those with ‘sense of entitlement’ will just feed off others’ love and patience.    I have not lived among French people long enough to assume anything about them, but the sense of entitlement of some immigrants is all too familiar.  While I lived in Australia, I witnessed their values and even their safety got comprised by some ever demanding immigrants.  Worse were their off-springs who no longer considered themselves to be immigrants, nor respective Australian citizens either, but someone better who deserved more than others.  Their demands made to the government were all too much, even for me, another immigrant.   All that I thought I left it behind when I moved to Europe, but NO.  One indication can be found in the recent election result.  More French people have turned ‘right’ because they fear for their ever depreciating French values in their ow