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The true horror stories in modern Paris part 69

I am grateful for the encouragement I received that I may deserve compensation from Mr. Pride.   I too would agree that children and the adults whose ability to rebuild their lives was destroyed should be compensated.   However, I have also witnessed the curse of ‘compensation’ on several occasions. One was this man I met through his grandmother in Sydney, Australia.   As he entered the door a certain heaviness spread into the room. He smiled repeatedly, but meaninglessly which put me on guard rather than feeling warmed by it.   He was frequently hanging around at his grandmother’s place during the daytime without a proper job.   He dressed youngish but on a closer look you would notice wrinkles on his face.   In short, something about him was not right.   His left arm was temporary immobile for he just came out from an accident.   ‘Of course, he needs to be compensated’, said his grandmother.   Peculiar thing was that it was his third accident which seemed to have happened recurre