Needless to say I caught up with
my long awaited restful sleep in Wien the first few days. As I
regained my strength I assessed the situation. The bar next door
should not be too much problems as the owner-residents would surely take care
of the noise once they are back from Christmas holidays. So it was
back to those two anti-socials upstairs.
Perhaps I could notify the owner
and the police and stay away from Paris for a while. That would have
cost me unnecessary expenses, but quitting Paris for good never occurred to
me. Not until I got harassed by the French. Leila was from Algeria and she seemed determined to defy anything French including the French regulations. She was determined to establish superiority over me the Asian by any means, mostly foul. She may try but those two
misfit foreigners were not going to drive me away from Paris. Besides…something
told me the things were going to be all right as I listened to the God sent
voice of angels by the Vienna Boys’ Choir.
In January I returned to my
place. As I climbed up the stairs I noticed the air was light. I
said this before but people’s negative aura carries an actual weight. An
old lady passed by and wished me Bonne Année with the news that Leila and her
fiancé had left. Or rather gotten kicked out by their
landlord. Now if you remember of this poor tourist who came knocking
on my door for a hair dryer because Leila had taken hers with her. I
felt so sorry for this innocent tourist whose dream holidays in Paris was
ruined by the endless party noise from the bar next door that before I left for
Wien I asked this old lady neighbor to rent this tourist a hair dryer. I
would have rented out mine, but I was not going to return before this tourist
left.
It turned out that this building
had a strict regulation against the tenants renting out to the tourists without
the knowledge of the landlords. The old lady neighbor promptly
informed Leila’s landlord who immediately kicked Leila out. The fate
may have intervened through the misdemeanor of the bar next door to which Leila
and her fiancé responded with greed. They thought to extract some cash
from tourists while they escaped the party noise at their parents’. I
could not touch those two anti-socials, but their own greed could.
I sat down and cried from
relief. However, this is Paris. It would not end without
one more twist. To be continued.

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