Sunday, 29 March 2020

Prayer does not save you from Coronavirus

The Corona death toll of Catholics and the Catholic priests is steadily rising.  I still believe in God, but we are made to realize somberly that we are going to need something more than prayer.

Japan is mass-producing our anti-Virus called Abighan which has proven effective against Corona Virus.  However, it is not conclusive as pregnant women may suffer side effects.  But other advanced nations such as France (its Pasteur research team) are working on a cure which I am sure will triumph over the virus one day.  The number of the infected is rising in Japan too, but the death rate has been kept low that the other advanced nation suspects of the Japanese to have already developed the immune system to this virus.  This is unlikely because unlike Chinese people, we don’t consume bats nor snakes that have feasted on Asian bats.  In fact in some areas in Japan where residents were annoyed by the migrating Asian bats eventually discovered that the plant ‘peppermint’ repels the Asian bats from making nests under the roof.

I do not presume to know the answer but Japan is a very egalitarian nation when it comes to medical treatments.  The government picks up 70~90% of the medical bills.  There are plenty of ventilators (to send oxygen into the infected lungs) in Japan whereas the oxygen ventilators are pretty much limited to the rich people in other advanced nations.  Of course, the governments worldwide have placed orders for more ventilators to be manufactured, so hopefully, the tide will change.  

In the meantime, I can only suggest what the doctors in Japan advice which is to drink simple hot water.  It helps boost the immunization of your internal organs while the coffee and teas cool your inside.  They both originate from the hot climate regions where people need cooling down, but one needs to warm our inside against the virus.  The best time to drink the hot water is in the morning and the worst time is right after meals because the stomach will be busy digesting food.  Another advice by the professional is to protect your fingers with ointment.  Regular washing of hands and application of the anti-bacterial gels are recommended, but over-stripping of the natural oil shield of the surface of the fingers makes it easier for the virus to pass through into your system.  So please, sterilize and then apply a moisturizing cream.

Back in early February Paris had no records of the infected while Japan had some.  Naturally, I wished to stay in France rather than going back to Japan, but the Asian phobia has already started in Paris.  I must add that my favorite bistros and the bakery continued to receive me warmly, but I noticed the frightened stare of the clients.  I realized that my presence might affect the business of my beloved bistros and the bakery.  So I decided to leave France for a while.  By sheer coincidence, I landed in Japan on the 10th March, one day after the Japanese government restricted the entry from China and Korea.  So the coast was clear in the Tokyo Airport and the plane had been almost vacant.  Two weeks of self-imposed isolation at home at the end of which I felt fine.  I hoped to return to Paris soon.  

Imagine my surprise when I later received the news that Coronavirus had exploded in France only one week after I left.  The quick surge in their death toll implemented the closure of the French border.  I quickly wrote to my acquaintances who were kind to me in Paris.  There were not many of them, so it only took me 10 minutes.  I was relieved when the couple in Italy replied to me.  However, the sisters in the USA have not yet replied to me.  What has Coronavirus done to us all?

Speaking of the USA, the Chinese government has expressed their theory that it was the US army who implanted China with the Coronavirus.  This claim is not accepted by some Japanese researchers who have traced the virus back to the Asian bats, not the fruit bats in Latin America.  However, the Japanese government is still grateful that China responded in a civil manner to our decision to restrict the entry of the Chinese citizens, unlike some Asian neighbour who responded hysterically turning it into the usual political blame game against Japan.

They say that Coronavirus has brought out the worst in people, but also the best like this one young nurse in America who died after deferring to take the PCR test out of consideration for the patients.  What a noble sacrifice.

Monday, 25 March 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 71

A weird thing happened two weeks ago.  Mme. Landlord who had sold her apartment was seen wondering in the garbage room of the building.  Of course, I nearly screamed.  What is it with this woman and her obsession with the garbage?  I have heard that the French people are not big on cleanness, but this still felt extreme.  It gave me a shudder when she looked at me and smiled a little, as if she had run into an old friend.  This was the woman who sent an abusive slander about me to everyone in the building last month.  What did she expect from me?

I returned her greeting politely but coldly and walked past her without slowing down.  No more the usual and well-known Japanese warm smile.  I am a traditional Japanese woman who would tolerate condescension, selfishness, impoliteness, what have you, for a very long time, but once we have burnt the bridge, you do not exist to us.  I am not morally above revenge, but mere breathing of the same air with the disappointing person makes me sick that renders me incapable of revenge.  I prefer to leave it up to the God or the fate.

As I closed my door on her I sensed she was bordering on Alzheimer’s disease…and loneliness.  Now that I know Mme. Landlord is a pathological liar, all her talks about having a great relationship with her family may have been all sham.  Why else would Mme Landlord not have more important thing to do other than checking up the garbage room of the building that she no longer lived nor owned an apartment?  She would have made a mother-in-law from Hell that no wife in her right mind could tolerate her officiousness.  Looking back when I moved into this building every tenant described Mme. Landlord as a heartless witch.  If it had not been for the restaurant from Hell, I would have seen her through a lot sooner.  Her loneliness is due to her own doings thus she deserves no sympathy.  Ironically it may have been easier for her had I opted for a revenge because it would have put me in contact with Mme. Landlord.  It would have dissipated her loneliness. 

Instead, Mme. Landlord is deluded by her vain hope that she may still financially benefit from my submissiveness.  I did not opt for a revenge thus I must be still pliable, she believes.  She has even written to me that ‘she still believes that I do not mean to revel against her.’  I had a hunch that this greedy demented woman would keep showing up in the building like a wondering ghost hoping to ignite my former generosity towards her.  

She did indeed return for the second time last week, checking every nook of the building she could access.  And yes, we came across each other in front of my door.  She smiled again while I kept a stone face and ignored her again because she does not exist any more.  At my every rejection the greedy woman will feel her thirst un-quenched and burn by the amount of benefit she believes she should enjoy but have missed out.  It is the worst kind of Hell for an avaricious soul like hers and I did not lift a finger to create it.  She walked herself into it.  She may hope that I would buckle one day.  Never underestimate the resolve of the Japanese, particularly the samurai descendants, no matter how easy it was to push us around initially.

To be continued.
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Friday, 8 February 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 70

I was making a move back from Japan to Paris last weekend thus I could not update my blog.  Today I am going to make it up by writing a fairly long post.

As always the writer Christopher commented that ‘compensation junkie’ would be stopped one day.  That is very likely on an individual level and the family level.  Even the company taken over by compensation junkies may be stopped albeit it will be more difficult.  However, when the plague spread nationwide…the history tells us it has happened several times, other nations will seize the opportunity to invade a self-weaken nation whose people have lost the will to endeavour.  Why would you want to be industrious when a bunch of social moochers are fed free while increasing your burden to support the system?  As a history buff, I read books and articles and found several traits that were common among those compensation junkies: 

1)     They bend to the powerhouse like USA or the Great China.  However, to the less threatening people or nations, they become condescending and painfully discriminating.
2)     They would not fight their own battles.  They prefer to abet the powerhouse or whoever that would buy into their victim elaboration to do the dirty jobs.
3)     No respect for women.  Human trafficking by her own father was rife at a time in the history.  Far from fighting to protect their own women, they used women as their currency against the invaders.
4)     Very thin skin.  Over every trivial point their manly but fragile pride is wounded, followed by of course more compensation demands.
5)     To conceal the fact that they never took time to work on anything diligently they would claim that their inventions got stolen.
6)     Their own talent would die without ever being tapped in.  It is so much easier to rob the credits from others.

The last trait may be the saddest thing because the world will never know of some beautiful gifts the God has given to the mankind.  I may not be much gifted despite the kind encouragement by the author Chris who likes his book cover that I drew (He is a polite man) but, I wish to spend time on my drawing instead of pursuing Mr Pride for compensation.  Also, I have my mother to look after.  Focusing on her happiness is a much productive way to spend our limited time.  

I live above a Hell.  I nearly was killed off in an electricity accident staged by the restaurant from Hell, but the last few years in Paris has been the most intense period of my life, seeing things that only one would see in

To be continued.

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 69

I am grateful for the encouragement I received that I may deserve compensation from Mr. Pride.  I too would agree that children and the adults whose ability to rebuild their lives was destroyed should be compensated.  However, I have also witnessed the curse of ‘compensation’ on several occasions.

One was this man I met through his grandmother in Sydney, Australia.  As he entered the door a certain heaviness spread into the room. He smiled repeatedly, but meaninglessly which put me on guard rather than feeling warmed by it.  He was frequently hanging around at his grandmother’s place during the daytime without a proper job.  He dressed youngish but on a closer look you would notice wrinkles on his face.  In short, something about him was not right.  His left arm was temporary immobile for he just came out from an accident.  ‘Of course, he needs to be compensated’, said his grandmother.  Peculiar thing was that it was his third accident which seemed to have happened recurrently.  Each time he was paid compensation which enabled him to buy a house despite he was merely a wanna-be-musician surviving on odd jobs, mostly delivery jobs on a bike.  You would think he would be deterred from a job that would expose him to traffic after so many road accidents.  But no, this man just smiled saying, ‘it’ll be all right.’  As I looked into his eyes which was neither innocent nor courageous I felt nauseated.

A year later this man had his fourth road accident, this time injuring his neck.  His grandmother was naturally shaken but as I heard the news I was remembering that this wanna-be-musician had just gotten his long awaited gig cancelled.  Considering his age, it would have been very hard to land another gig.  He was of course filing a lawsuit for a fat compensation.  I may have been wrong to assume that he had become a compensation-junkie, but it is safe to conclude that his music career suffered from his false sense of financial security provided by the compensation money which amounted to more than a person could have earned in a life time.  It deprived him of the sense of alertness that all great musicians have. Drop-dead aura thrives on a sharp mind.  Our Mr. Compensation may possibly have been gifted, but his sense was rendered dull by the choices he made in life.  His grandmother told me that during his first accident he incurred a minor injury, but the level of his damage stepped up with the accidents that followed.  The fourth one damaged his nerve system that he would suffer a certain condition for the rest of his life.  Mr. Compensation became eligible for a welfare payout as well.  There are always women who are drawn to the helplessness of a victim of the circumstances.  As you might guess it, our Mr. Compensation married a woman whose father had money.

You might say, ‘well, Mr. Compensation’s case is unique’, but sadly, the attitude of Mr. Compensation appears to be contagious because we often read of families that take advantage of the welfare.  The curse of compensation escalates to take on a company, then a community and then…

To be continued.


Monday, 26 November 2018

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 68

Miss Harmonie will be categorized into predator as she bulldozes her way.  She applied the similar attitude with her own chef and the good one quitted.  She was not attracting clients fast enough during the regular dining hours that Mme. Harmonie opted to extend it to midnight.  For this she should have applied for a Service Continu license that allows long hours.  It would cost her money and never the one to play by book, Mme. Harmonie avoided the problem by announcing the new late opening hours on the social media site only.  Decent restaurants would be upfront about it on their menu on their windows, but not Mme. Harmonie.  

Now, it is universally acquiesced that food is mediocre at the long hour bar-restaurants.  People may have thought that the restaurant from Hell had to open late because they could not attract serious diners who would sit down for three courses meals during the regular hours.  Mme. Harmonie used her media connection and obtained many good reviews, but it did not boost the number of serious diners.  Soon, the restaurant from Hell opted to tapas-style, offering small dishes to share among friends.  This increased the number of late diners, while lowering the average consumption of each client.  It would have worked in a small eatery but the restaurant from Hell had a large dining area in the most expensive part of Paris.  The expensive rent would still have to be paid. 

Next thing, she started to serve brunch on Sundays too.  Less respite from their kitchen noise for me, but she would not even think about an insignificant Asian migrant with no voice.   She got what she wanted.  However, this arrangement backfired because her second chef was not paid enough for the long hours.   He walked out.  He was followed by a Mexican food chef who flaunted an exotic waitress in revealing dress.  Mme. Harmonie was an amateur after all to think this would work in the historical and classy Le Marais.

For reasons I do not know, the restaurant was suspended for months and subsequently sold.  She only had herself to blame.  Not me, because I had accepted all her terms.

To be continued.