But I soldiered on for the honour of migrants, not just for Japanese people, because Mme. Landlord wrote to me that her friends applauded her for the few hours after I had put in one week into preparing and sanding her walls. That she did not share with her French friends that I had done the hard work, was still tolerable. However, she had the nerve of writing to me that her friends were disgusted that I had done nothing useful which surpassed the level of mere lying. Mme. Landlord probably meant it as a blackmail so that I would put in more free work, but I realized with horror that she needed migrants to remain useless, so she could shine as the saint protector of pathetic migrants.