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, 26 August 2017
The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 37
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 seemed forever, but 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
weaken 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.