The true horror stories in modern Paris part 45
The compassionate Major came out to meet me himself at the police station. French people are aptly described as ‘fire and ice.’ There are those with warm hearts and the others who can cut you off instantly. I was most grateful to the warm words of this Major who was aghast by my predicament. He gave me the name and contact address of his superior because things were getting out of his hands. I went to seat myself on a bench but the major arranged to have a secured detention cell to protect me from the criminals and drug addicts. I was given full privacy for the night. The reality did not hit me until I smelt the unusual odour of the cell. However, this was the only safe sanctuary in the whole Paris to me that night …while Mr. Pride and Mme. Empathy each relaxed in their own fluffy bed: one was counting profit and one was planning another loud parties. The following morning, as soon as a library opened I used their computer to book a room because my laptop was in my apartme