The world is attracted to Paris, the city of light, but if you stay to live the shadow beneath her reveals itself to you eventually…at least it has to me. Through my daily struggle in Paris, I began to realize what possessed me to title this blog as ‘the third red apple.’ An initial hint is in the pages available in English and French, but little did I know that it was just a beginning.
Saturday, 8 July 2017
The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 30
‘Incroyable!’ (unbelievable), she repeated over
and over as Mme. Landlord read the copy of the restaurant authorization granted
to our infamous Mme. Empathy at the office of PASU.
We had expected lies about the insufficient
insulation in her kitchen, but Mme. Empathy had falsely reported to the
authority about the lack of consent of the other landlords on many other issues. For this she did not act alone. Her landlord, Mr. Pride had betrayed the
trust of the other landlords of the building.
In order to protect the quality of the living condition of their homes,
the other landlords stipulated a list of conditions to Mr. Pride. One of them was a partial installation of a
glass roof. The other landlords had voted
to reject this request fearing that it would transmit noise and flickering
light at night to the apartments nearby.
Mr. Pride blatantly ignored this decision and wrote to the authority
PASU that the other landlords had unanimously agreed to his request. As the result, PASU granted the permission
for its installation.
Mme. Landlord left to inform this discovery
to the Board/le Syndic. I went home
which was more like an inferno without flame.
My heart sped up as I entered my apartment. I ran into the kitchen, a tiny sanctuary from
the blowing force. The ear plugs I had
purchased could not block out all the noise and the vibration travelled through
the air and the floor pressuring my lungs and my neck. I should have been angry at Mr. Pride and Mme.
Empathy who had no problems putting other human beings through this. However, I also learnt that they did not even
remember me and would never bother themselves with the thought. The true evil has no malice which is still
essentially a human emotion. Therefore, without
malice Mme. Empathy genuinely believed her to be a lovely person and whoever got
in her was the nasty vermin. As for Mr.
Pride, winning was everything. Again I
felt no malice from him because to him I was not worth acknowledging its
existence. Therefore, I saw no points in
becoming enraged at the perpetrators.
My strange lack of anger helped me assess
the situation with a cool head. I would
have to stay away from this place until the restaurant kitchen closed. Of course, I would still be exposed to their
electric appliances piercing through their non-insulated ceiling and onto my
floor throughout every night so an extra mattress would have to be purchased. The Syndic would surely help by righting the
I was still naïve and new to the French society. To be continued.