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, 19 August 2017
The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 36
With the departure of the Asian chef, the last ounce of conscious left the restaurant. New replacement chefs, there were a few of them as not one lasted long under Mme. Empathy’s management, they would all set the ventilator at the maximum strength convinced that a due insulation had been applied. Of course, it would not occur to Mme. Empathy to correct their error. So I was exposed to both the high and low-frequency noise, the latter which rocked my wall and furniture. While the high-frequency noise would offend our hearing, the low-frequency noise would penetrate our skin and grab our internal organs to shake it relentlessly. The shaking furniture showed me what was happening inside me.
Ironically, it was a French researcher who first discovered the damage of low-frequency noise, yet it is the citizens of other nations, Germany for one, that are protected by the regulations. While the human ears eventually would get used to the high-frequency noise, the low-frequency noise would be accumulated inside our system and the symptoms would appear after months, making it difficult to pinpoint the cause. In my case I was exposed to the intense level that I developed the symptoms after only 2 months: insomnia, dizziness, stiff shoulder and neck muscle and finally numbness of hands that I frequently started to drop things. All the articles on low-frequency noise suffers’ syndrome say it would lead to depression and a few years later…suicide. Thus its alternative name is ‘Silent Killer.’ I booked a room elsewhere to escape after the two months period was up. (Please, read the part 25 that explains the importance of two months)
It was finally two days away from the two months expiry date. I had submitted the noise diary, the hours and the level, to my lawyer. By this time, my sense had weakened so much that even church bells could punch me in between my lungs. In fact, any noise could jerk my body. There was no rest inside my brain…and yet it happened. The shrieking drilling noise penetrated my floor from the restaurant. Mme. Empathy had decided to install a giant electric appliance for which she did not receive permission from the authority. I thought it had been a hell, but the rock bottom was yet to come.