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, 11 November 2017
The bullied takes on Goliath in the true horror stories in modern Paris part 48
Those who read my last blog would have seen
a rough dessin of the buildings. You
might remember that there was another window across from mine. It was owned by an Italian gentleman who had
opposed the installation of the glass roof which would have transmitted more
noise. He naturally refused to give Mme.
Empathy the access to install the glass roof through his windows and he
instructed his tenants not to either.
However, Mme. Empathy noticed the current
tenant of the Italian gentleman was a young man, half French, half
American. ‘Oh, this should be a breeze.’ She turned to a beautiful French girl whom
she had recently hired. I shall call her
Natalie. Mme. Empathy whispered into
Natalie’s ear wearing a mischievous smile.
The young girl was thrilled to sink that miserable Japanese woman down
further into the mud. Not that I had
done Natalie anything to deserve this. She
was simply excited by an evil joy of manipulating someone else’s life.
Now I mentioned the young man was half
American not just because they are susceptible to French minx, but American men
have that desire to be a hero, a virtue which Natalie made a good use of. Later I learnt from this young man that she
had visited him frequently and he felt obliged to help her. He looked at me as if I was the predator obstructing
the path of an honest restaurant. ‘They
have toned down on their music lately.
They deserved a chance.’ Now, the
restaurant had toned down on the music thanks to my routine calls to the
police. But looking into his love-struck
eyes, I said no more. Thus it came to
him breaking his promise to the landlord, the Italian gentleman. The shining knight gave the restaurant the access from his
window to install a glass roof.
But I did not know this when Mme. Empathy
glared through my window.