Exploitation of the young by the old-True horror in Paris part 33

My full profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups starting with my gender and race. Throughout my life, I have been harassed on many levels, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge.  This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself which inspired me to share on this blog.  I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.

EPISODE 33

The real estate agent of Jupiter was indignant that Mme. HARMONY was not only kicking Jupiter out way before the date agreed in the contract, she was also stealing from him the kitchen renovation expenses, AND had the audacity to spend Jupiter’s money to retouch the rest of her apartment to get a better price for it.  Mme. HARMONY needed to sell her apartment before the extractor of the restaurant from Hell was attached to her wall which would have reduced the price of her apartment.  For once, the real estate agent was on the side of the weak and a new room was quickly found for Jupiter.  With their endorsement, Jupiter left the apartment immediately taking all the new electric appliances with him, 

This enraged Mme. HARMONY and she immediately demanded Jupiter to buy her a new set of appliances.  Jupiter reminded her that her old appliances, such as a refrigerator, were stored down in her basement.  Jupiter had carried them down there by Mme. HARMONY’s request, but she now complained that the humidity of the basement had damaged them and held Jupiter responsible for it.  She bombarded Jupiter with emails after emails demanding that he own up to his obligation and that he owed her the brand new set!  

However, she would not tell me this.  She acted as a feeble old lady whose faith in Jupiter, despite his being gay minorities was cruelly betrayed.   One day Mme. HARMONY asked me weakly to accompany her to plead Jupiter to honour his obligations to restore her kitchen, bathroom, and the rest the way it was before the renovation. I would not dream of doubting Mme. HARMONY then, so I confess I turned to Jupiter with reproaching eyes when he walked in.  He looked more sad than awkward by my presence as her ally.  I could not tell you the heated communication in French that took place between the two, but she remained imploring which rose my sympathy for her even more. 

Jupiter left the apartment looking very pained, and Mme. HARMONY’s voice cracked explaining to me that he agreed to reimburse her only partially.  How she detested the black wallpaper and the modern shelves that he had installed in the place of her classic style kitchen…a lie it turned out to be, but only later.   Feeling absolutely sorry for the old lady I found myself offering to help her paint her apartment.  I had no idea the price my sympathy would cost.  I was going down the path that many immigrants, whom she had befriended to exploit, had fallen before me.

In hindsight, I was always uneasy that Mme. HARMONY constantly reminded everyone around her of her good deeds.  She called herself ‘a harmonious person yet underappreciated.’  It may be very Japanese of me, but I was brought up with the idea that one should not demand rewards for one’s good deeds.  Otherwise, it would be barter, not good deeds. It was particularly sad because she did not need to remind me of her kindness because I always remembered it.  When she asked me to print all her private documents, I did not doubt her explanation that she found modern technology difficult.  I had to go through several ink cartridges, each quite expensive in France, but I was happy to do them for her free.  

Mirror that reflects your soul

However, one night, Mme. HARMONY needed her vast documents to be printed and expected me to deliver the documents after 22:00.  Unfortunately, after hours of consecutive printing, my printer broke down.  As I apologized to her that it was not all done, there I saw it, a printer hidden behind her books.  Mme. HARMONY looked sheepish for a moment but still rejected my suggestion to use her printer instead.  She would wait till I got my printer fixed.  Had she not told me to deliver her documents late at night because it was urgent?  I felt uneasy but, tried to suppress the feeling.  Japanese are too loyal to question their friends’ motives.  So I agreed when she asked me to carry one of her chairs to her other apartment on my way home.  

It was heavier than it looked, but I would not suspect that Mme. HARMONY, who did volunteer work to help immigrants receive visas in France, would exploit me, another immigrant, to economize 15 euros worth of taxi fares which would have cost her otherwise.  My arms hurt after 30 minutes long slow walk while holding onto the heavy chair, but there were another four staircases up to her apartment, now vacated by Jupiter.  I tried to focus on the honor of being trusted with the key to her apartment.  Of course, Mme. HARMONY saw the situation completely differently because with the keys came another instruction, which was to open her windows every morning to let fresh air into the apartment.  Of course, the windows had to be closed every afternoon too.  

Mme. HARMONY proudly told me that the syndic referred to me as a secretary and warden at her disposal.  I served Mme. HARMONY for 16 months because I did not want to be one of those ungrateful immigrants.  Furthermore, I was grateful for her friendship, just like Jupiter was in the past.