Parisians may be the most sought after
people in the world. Their fashion,
philosophy and most important of all their society is coveted by those who flew
in with utmost expectation. Of course,
Parisians are not obliged to reciprocate just because people self-invited
themselves into their city of light.
‘But I tried so hard to be nice to them!’ Leila uttered with grudge. She is one of those hopefuls rejected by
Parisians after having lived here for some years. Her reaction is a giveaway that she is a
white person. I can’t speak for all the
coloured races, but I for one, would be content if the locals just responded to
me calmly. Friendship is not something
you can demand of people and there is another kind of comfort in being left
alone. But I suspect people like Leila
needs Parisian friends as a trophy to prover herself to the people back
home. Not everyone can achieve authentic
success in life.
Leila was too eager to trash Parisians starting with her
own landlords even on the day we first met as neighbours. This is the first
stage. The next stage is depressing
because they vent their frustration of rejection on the minorities or the
weak. I knew her recent victim. He had been my previous resident, a kind old
English retiree. He was a white, but
weak in physic due to his age and this Leila took ample advantage of until his
life in Paris became such a hell until he finally had to leave the place. This I was told only after I moved in.
So with a sinking heart I faced her approaching me
sinisterly with a visibly superficial smile.
You might wonder if Leila used violence, but no. In Paris there is more than violence to harm
people. To be continued
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