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, 21 October 2017
The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 45
A week later, Mme. Empathy was in a foul
mood. ‘That Japanese imp called the
police for 5 nights straight! I thought
she didn’t speak French!’ It was so
embarrassing seeing those policemen calling the party off in her restaurant. Most clients blamed the caller, but there
were some who complained that they did not get their money worth. They would not return and that hurt. It was easy to fool young policemen with her
smile. ‘But officers, we are in the
process of resolving the problem.
Please, give us time.’ Of course,
she had no intention to spend a centime to solve the problem, but with her victim
act she managed to send policemen away.
However, there was this older major who was
not fooled. He had been moved by the
tone of this Japanese caller, so desperate and vulnerable. The situation had to be dire if someone with
such a limited French would have to call every night. He did a research and soon discovered that
Mme. Empathy had been sentenced to pay the fine for her irresponsible
management of another restaurant. The
major may have taken it as a mockery to the authority of the French police that
Mme. Empathy would again open another restaurant just 2 minutes away. She had nothing to fear because she was
protected by Mr. Honour, the man who vows to fight against discrimination but
is not above PISTON or nepotism.
After the policemen broke up another party,
Mme. Empathy was defiant. She told the
guests that the party would go on and turned on the music again. She smirked imagining the Japanese bug,
distressed at the prospect of another long sleepless night. That bug needs to be taught not to mess with
the grand dame that was Mme. Empathy. However…
The policemen barked as they returned 10 minutes later because they had
not yet returned to the station. Mme.
Empathy could not believe that I called the police twice in the same night.
The French neighbors had not called the
police because they believed that the restaurant would not last long, but also
the French tend to leave the dirty work to the others. But I am a Japanese woman who was raised to
be the rock behind her men. Submissive, but
diligent, meticulous and finally, patient.