The true horror stories in modern Paris part 71
A weird thing happened two weeks ago. Mme. Landlord who had sold her apartment was
seen wondering in the garbage room of the building. Of course, I nearly screamed. What is it with this woman and her obsession
with the garbage? I have heard that the French people are not big on cleanness, but this still felt extreme. It gave me a shudder
when she looked at me and smiled a little, as if she had run into an old
friend. This was the woman who sent an
abusive slander about me to everyone in the building last month. What did she expect from me?
I returned her greeting politely but coldly
and walked past her without slowing down.
No more the usual and well-known Japanese warm smile. I am a traditional Japanese woman who would
tolerate condescension, selfishness, impoliteness, what have you, for a very
long time, but once we have burnt the bridge, you do not exist to us. I am not morally above revenge, but mere
breathing of the same air with the disappointing person makes me sick that renders
me incapable of revenge. I prefer to
leave it up to the God or the fate.
As I closed my door on her I sensed she was
bordering on Alzheimer’s disease…and loneliness. Now that I know Mme. Landlord is a
pathological liar, all her talks about having a great relationship with her
family may have been all sham. Why else
would Mme Landlord not have more important thing to do other than checking up
the garbage room of the building that she no longer lived nor owned an
apartment? She would have made a
mother-in-law from Hell that no wife in her right mind could tolerate her
officiousness. Looking back when I moved
into this building every tenant described Mme. Landlord as a heartless witch. If it had not been for the restaurant from
Hell, I would have seen her through a lot sooner. Her loneliness is due to her own doings thus she
deserves no sympathy. Ironically it may
have been easier for her had I opted for a revenge because it would have put me
in contact with Mme. Landlord. It would
have dissipated her loneliness.
Instead, Mme. Landlord is deluded by her
vain hope that she may still financially benefit from my submissiveness. I did not opt for a revenge thus I must be still
pliable, she believes. She has even
written to me that ‘she still believes that I do not mean to revel against her.’ I had a hunch that this greedy demented woman
would keep showing up in the building like a wondering ghost hoping to ignite
my former generosity towards her.
She did indeed return for the second time last week, checking every nook of the building she could access. And yes, we came across each other in front of my door. She smiled again while I kept a stone face and ignored her again because she does not exist any more. At my every rejection the greedy woman will feel her thirst un-quenched and burn by the amount of benefit she believes she should enjoy but have missed out. It is the worst kind of Hell for an avaricious soul like hers and I did not lift a finger to create it. She walked herself into it. She may hope that I would buckle one day. Never underestimate the resolve of the Japanese, particularly the samurai descendants, no matter how easy it was to push us around initially.
She did indeed return for the second time last week, checking every nook of the building she could access. And yes, we came across each other in front of my door. She smiled again while I kept a stone face and ignored her again because she does not exist any more. At my every rejection the greedy woman will feel her thirst un-quenched and burn by the amount of benefit she believes she should enjoy but have missed out. It is the worst kind of Hell for an avaricious soul like hers and I did not lift a finger to create it. She walked herself into it. She may hope that I would buckle one day. Never underestimate the resolve of the Japanese, particularly the samurai descendants, no matter how easy it was to push us around initially.
To be continued.