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The true horror stories in modern Paris part 55

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In hindsight, there have been many clues, but you do not want to admit that you have misjudged your friends.   Your sense of loyalty forbids you to even suspect them and those hyenas are gifted in appealing to your noble streak by throwing in noble statements here and there.   However, their actions betray their words, if you allow yourself to scrutinize them. I first wondered about Mme. Landlord’s nobleness when I witnessed the way she treated her gay tenant.   She is of the generation still unaccepting that souls do not choose to love somebody by their physical gender.   And yet, she outwardly behaved tolerant of gay movement and rent one of her apartment to this young gay man, shall I call him Jupiter?   My readers have already figured out that I name unpleasant characters with a virtue they claim to possess, but do not actually.   However, with normal characers I just pick a name randomly, and this time I chose Jupiter because I had just watched an episode from ‘The Big Bang Th

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 54

The following morning, the sky of Paris looked gray white.   The crazy howling had finally subsided.   I could not contact the police for help, not after the compassionate Major has left the nearest station.   With the heavy sleepless head I went downstairs not knowing what to expect.   I looked into the restaurant glass fa├žade.   Oddly, the floor had been cleaned.   Very much puzzled, I returned to the building.   Something told me to look into the residential garbage area.   I gasped.   It was filled with hundreds of empty drink bottles and a mountain of litters.   Mr. Pride had promised that his staff would take their litters out to the nearest commercial garbage station.   Like many other his promises, this was hardly observed.   Now it was up to the residents, like me, to clean up the mess because the employed cleaner would refuse to do more than what was in the contract.   Paris revealed the dark side to me, but she was not done yet.   It seems that there are three types of evils

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 53

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The man who walked into the restaurant was a brother of Mme. Empathy.    He was obviously friend with  Mme. Harmonie.   How is that possible?    In need of some explanation that would make sense, I searched the internet.   The discovery was even more incredible.   Mme. Empathy's brother  worked as a humanitarian.   He denounced Mme. Le Pen for racial discrimination, but this was the man who let his sister build the chamber of horror where I, an Asian woman, was fried above the restaurant.   This is the man who let his sister terrorize her neighbours at two restaurants and more from what I heard making many French neighbours sick day and night.   And yet he smiled in the photo like an icon of justice and benevolence.   The scary  part was that he really seemed to believe he was Mr. Justice himself.   Talk about selective memory… After midnight, I had no choice but to return to my apartment despite the party.  I hoped it would taper out.  How wrong I was because  I heard a cho

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 52

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Mme. Harmonie was not beautiful.   But Scarlet O’Hara she was not either.   But the two women shared the look of determination, not letting anyone get in her way.   Mme. Harmonie derived her power from her occupation which was critique.   It would have made more sense to open a restaurant if she had been a food critique, but no.    She decided to have a restaurant on side to lean back on.   A very condescending attitude to get into any business, especially the food industry.   It is much more than providing food, drinks and a fake smile promoting ‘honest artisan experience’.   There are several reasons why there are so few restaurants are awarded Michelin Stars.   I have come to notice that Michelin Star awarded restaurants, they mostly rent or own the floor above their restaurants so as not to annoy their neigbours.   Their kitchens with commercial size machines are kept down in the basement to protect the clients and the neighbours from electromagnetic, low frequency noise and al

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 51

You might wonder why I was not disappointed that Mme. Empathy did not get her uppercomance.  First, I had not expected any because this is not a movie, but a true story in the real life.  Secondly, it was all those men who had bent the rules and morality to indulge her ever since she could remember.  What young woman would not be affected by that?  What woman would even think of doing the right things or playing by the rules after such easy rides?  I have no sympathy for those men who ended up being trodden by her.  I was just sooooo grateful that I had survived the woman.   The new owner, I shall call her Miss Harmony because she sent a letter to every resident and every landlord that she would like to talk and come to an amicable agreement.  No one replied, except me.  I felt sorry for the woman who had been lied to and invested her savings into this dodgy restaurant permit.  If she could agree to insulate the ceiling of the restaurant, I would have loved to make peace with Mr Prid

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 50

Finally, Mme. Landlord received the news that Mr. Pride was going to re-install the ventilation properly.  It was done while I was at school and the noise from the ventilation indeed dropped.  However, Mme. Empathy had not yet insulted her kitchen ceiling.  Other decent restaurants in Paris would either install their noisy machines in the basement, or rent or buy the first floor above the kitchen to protect their neighbours from the noise.   Of course, Mme. Empathy would install her kitchen on the ground floor directly under the residential apartments.   This meant I would continue to be exposed to the mechanical noise during the night.  Then puzzling incidents unravelled.  As a rule if a restaurant in Paris got caught more than 3 times for breaking the regulations of public health the authority would suspend the restaurant for one month.  Well, the police had already caught Mme. Empathy 5 times breaching the regulations.  However, the restaurant from Hell was still open.  The police

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 49

A week later, Mme. Empathy was in a foul mood.  ‘ That Japanese imp called the police for 5 nights straight!  I thought she didn ’ t speak French! ’   It was so embarrassing seeing those policemen calling the party off in her restaurant.  Most clients blamed the caller, but there were some who complained that they did not get their money worth.  They would not return and that hurt.  It was easy to fool young policemen with her smile.  ‘ But officers, we are in the process of resolving the problem.  Please, give us time. ’   Of course, she had no intention to spend a cent to solve the problem, but with her victim act she managed to send policemen away.    However, there was this older major who was not fooled.  He had been moved by the tone of this Japanese caller, so desperate and vulnerable.  The situation had to be dire if someone with such a limited French would have to call every night.  He did a research and soon discovered that Mme. Empathy had been sentenced to pay the fine f