The true horror stories in Paris-Part 7

It is November already?  What a 'two months' it has been!  It is about time I uploaded a new true horror story.  So here goes. Parisians may be the most sought after people in the world.  Their fashion, philosophy and most important of all their society is coveted by those who flew in with utmost expectation.  Of course, Parisians are not obliged to reciprocate just because people self-invited themselves into their city of light.  ‘But I tried so hard to be nice to them!’  Leila uttered with grudge.  She is one of those hopefuls rejected by Parisians after having lived here for some years.  Her reaction is a giveaway that she is a white person.  I can’t speak for all the coloured races, but I for one, would be content if the locals just responded to me calmly.  Friendship is not something you can demand of people and there is another kind of comfort in being left alone.  But I suspect people like Leila needs Parisian friends as a trophy to prover herself to the people

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 6

I here upload my first post since I moved to Blogger.  Thank God to the administrators of Blogger because my old posts have suddenly attracted thousands of viewers and all I did was having them transferred from Wordpress where I only attracted one or two views per day. If you have read my true horror story in Paris part 1 to 5, you may wonder whatever happened to that Japanese middle-aged spinster who tried to brainwash me to hand over to her my cash as offerings.  Maybe this bit is a true horror story only possible in France.  One year on she is still employed by the same bank because of the iron clad Union power á la Francaise.  Her superior has been under stress worrying over what she may be doing with her other Japanese clients’ accounts and yet he can’t fire her.  Her coworkers are also stressed mentally and physically because their workloads have increased due to the fact this spinster could not be trusted with new clients.  A few months ago I had to call my current council

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 5; 現代パリの本当にあった怖い話第5

Though the director took my complaint seriously and agreed that the behavior of my former councilor quiet weird, he could not find a reason to be deem it suspicious.  ‘If she stole your money, she would risk going to prison.  She wouldn’t do that for herself.’  His reasoning was right, but I sensed that she knew what she was doing all along.   A month later I went back to Japan to see my parents.  The day time talk shows were featuring a new type of crime—mind controlling.  Several celebrities whose mind had been controlled by some sinister figures ended up losing their savings and income to the mind controllers.  The defense those mind-controllers used was typical: the money was a volunteer gift, therefore, no laws could punish them.  However, the exposure led to ordinary people who had fallen victims to the similar trap, albeit smaller scale, to come out.   Through reading their confessions I discovered a pattern:  a woman targeting another woman.  Until recently the world has kn

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 4; Des histoirse d’horreur vraie dans le Paris du XXIe siècle-4e partie ; 現代パリの本当にあった怖い話第4

Le texte français est en vert (日本語は頁下) I had a trepidation that the manager would not believe my complaint.  Bear in mind that my councilor was a serial liar that she would deny any accusation skillfully.  With a heavy heart I entered the room.    I did not need to worry.  The manager had been suspicious of my councilor for some time. She would not share any information of her clients with the manager and whenever her mistakes surfaced she would shift the blame to her colleagues no matter what.  He was glad to have the opportunity to find out what my councilor had been telling me.  It turned out she had disobeyed every instructions he had given her and she had even given me a warped description of the financial products.  He sighed because his predecessor was the one who hired her, duped by her demure appearance.  In any other country this woman would be sacked, but this is France.  It is virtually impossible to sack an employee. Another Japanese woman was with him.  She was to be

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 3; 現代パリの本当にあった怖い話第3

‘I am so sorry this should have happened to you,’ said my councilor as she closed into me…again, her disturbing habit.  But in my weakened stress, I almost wanted to believe her sincerity.  ‘How much money does your father keep in his bank account?’ I could not assess her question immediately.  ‘Huh?’  The woman continued firmly. ‘How much is your father in Japan worth?  As his only child, you can invest his money for him.  Let’s move all the Japanese Yen in your family over to France.’  Those were not her exact words, but a summary of her proposal, but her next phrase, I write here word for word.  ‘It is time you deposited your money to this ‘fund’ I have been recommending to you.’  She had shed her usual demureness and was now commanding down to me like a cult guru.  Any other Japanese would have capitulated and I am afraid her other clients had, but I was forged in American school and Australia.  I snapped out of my distress and ‘You see my misfortune and the first thing you

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 2;現代パリの本当にあった怖い話第2

I feel sorry for the stalked victims because I went through a similar experience with, wait for it, my bank councilor.  She had all my information thus enabled her to call me at home persistently.  I would ignore the calls but she would start calling me at earlier time.  It felt like my money had been taken hostage by this woman who would start giggling ‘I thought you would leave for school after this hour.’  She clearly had no problems disrupting my daily routine and would tediously solicited me with new funds I should sign up (so she could get her commission.)  ‘It is for your benefit only that I suggest this…’  Such an officious utter lie whispered into my ears by a sad middle-aged woman was a depressive start of my days back then.    As I had a bit of share trading history, I could find faults with all the funds she presented to me.  She lied through her teeth making up fault facts but I knew more about the world of shares than she did.  I felt sorry for her other clients who would

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 1; 現代パリに実在する恐怖物語1

For a nation famous of giving the world the concept of liberty, France has a peculiarly nanny-like financial system.  Let me explain.  Each client is allocated a councilor whether you like it or not, and every transaction, such as things you could do over the internet, must be handled by this person.  The French banks insist on holding the hand of their clients, thus the nanny financial system.     The objective is fairly easy to see.  The councilor takes every opportunity to recommend new financial products.  If you are a French person, you can tell them to Puck off and they will note that.  However, if you are from overseas, they bare their fangs.  I have heard of many horror stories of bank councilors who keep cancelling the funds they had previously shoved down the throat of their clients so they can get their vulnerable clients to sign up for a new fund.  To bag the commission fees.    But my councilor was in another league.  Unfortunately, she was a Japanese in charge of Japa