15 The French are mentally ill. (1/2)
July 15, 2016 5:45 pm Paris
After a fairly quiet trip, we park Avenue Georges Mandel, in the very center of the street. It's really beautiful and very green. Trees everywhere, there are no real buildings, they are more big multi-storey houses. We look for the number 43 and when we find it we are charmed. A wrought iron gate and a pretty hedge in front of a small courtyard overlook a magnificent large two-storey house. In principle our apartment should be the one of the first floor but, it is already necessary to open the portal with the code which I did not note. I look at Cindy with plain eyes of hope. As for her, she looks at me with pitying eyes. As soon as she composes the code, I run to the door, push the key while smiling but the door does not open. Outch my head, Cindy points her finger to the right and I see another digicode. But it's a prison here. A man comes out of the big house, I take the opportunity to rush inside but he catches me by the arm.
Man not happy. ”Que venez vous faire ici'?”
Let's analyze the phrase, queue venez vous fière ici ?????. Ah understood ”Hello sir, my parents have apartment here. First floor and I come to live, work and school here for two years. My name is Lisa Hanckok. Identity paper.”
Man relaxes and looks at what gives him Lisa, then he smiles. ”Forgive me Miss Hanckok and who is this lady?”
Understood too. ”No problem, it's Cindy my agent. She will look at me these two years.”
The man laughs. ”Supervise not look, anyway, welcome. My name is Alain Pasquier, I am your neighbour and the tenant of your parents. If one day you need help, do not hesitate to come see me, my wife and my son will also be present. I have to leave but see you soon Miss Hanckok, miss Cindy.”
Did not understand everything. ”Yes soon Monsieur Pasquier.”
Cindy smiles. ”Bonsoir, M. Pasquier, merci de votre accueil et de votre sollicitude.”
I frown. ”You speak French?”
Outch still my head. ”Idiot, at our first meeting I told you that my mother was French and that I have dual nationality. I lived in France for eleven years but it was not in Paris so I do not know the capital either. Little annoying girl, I guess as usual you did not listen. Come on, let's go visit. But you did not tell me that this whole building was your parents'.
I smiled a little embarrassed. ”I guess I did not listen to Selena either.”
The apartment is beautiful, moldings on the ceiling, exposed beams, three fireplaces but according to Steve only one works and the other two are only used to decorate. It consists of two bedrooms, a living room, a relatively large dining room, bathroom and an office with a library where only four books free rest on the shelves. Steve has refurnished our rooms so that we can live comfortably but personally, a bed is enough for me. We spend our first night watching French-language television shows because Cindy wants me to improve quickly. From now on for two hours a day, she will only speak to me in French and I must answer her only in that language. She breaks my balls sometimes, fortunately she is lesbian because anyway with such a boring character, she would never find a guy. Her body is very good, she has big tits but she is bitchy. Speaking of dude, my life is too smooth and I am more and more lacking sex me.
From the 16th to the 19th of July We spent our free time visiting Paris and his monuments. The Louvre and its pyramid, the Notre Dame cathedral, the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel tower and the Conciergerie. We did not stop a single moment.
The 20 I joined for the first time the agency Paris models, which will be the place where I train during these two years. Wilhelmina Models does not have an agency in Paris, so Paris models has agreed to take over. This is only a medium sized agency but according to Cindy is fairly new and is expanding. Friday, summary of a boring workout. (You walk like a robot. Slower when you look back. Are you a rottweiler or a model, then relax your mouth). But shut your mouth big ugly whore. But this Friday when we walk, we feel that something and different. We do not feel comfortable. When around 10:00 am we stroll not far from the Champs Elysees, a drama occurs and our feeling of discomfort is verified. A woman right behind us, yells it is the young American model of Vogue magazine appeared this morning. Suddenly a swarm of people comes to us, mostly teenagers and women. Help help us, I have trouble breathing. By chance I'm very tall compared to all these women but when I see poor Cindy I tell myself that without her front airbags, she would already be dead choked. Three policemen come towards us and seeing us at the center of this group, I tell myself that help has finally arrived. But suddenly they put my arms violently behind my back and I feel something cold around my wrists. With my past, I know this feeling and say nothing because the more try to discuss with them and more the situation is deteriorating. I see Cindy in the same situation as me and tell her not to do anything. Some people around me scream according to my understanding of French that it is a mistake but the police, as usually do not listen. Some of the spectators filmed our arrest and the women were screaming that they just wanted an autograph and asked why we were arrested. It's shit. Whatever the city where the country, for me the cops are only fuckers and none of these sons of whores can escape this absolute rule.
10:50am police station, we have not been detained for a long time and no one has yet interrogated us so we sit quietly. It seems that the video is already online because the policeman in front of me becomes white when his superior arrives and orders him to release us immediately. I do not know what are the insults against them run on the internet but I'm in a hurry to read. (Arrest of two unjustified young women, police still skidding.) Do not laugh Lisa. Fucking too late, a giggle takes me, I'm going to piss on myself. Strip of shit, well done for your asses. A man in a gray suit comes to us as I finally calm down and the police look at me strangely.
”Miss Hanckok, I am Master Simon, a lawyer for Isabel Marant. You are of course free and your agent also but want to lodge a complain? The charges can be numerous?
No need to stir shit. ”Hello Mr. Simon, no thanks, we want to leave here that's all.”
He nods. ”Well, but Commissioner, if Miss Hanckok does not wish to lodge a complaint against you, the same is not true for our company. See you soon in court. Miss, I'm going to take you home because with the release of Vogue, you will not be quiet today. ”
We drive home quietly but Cindy is not well. It is true that her first time with these bastards. Operation goes back the moral to your big sister who is lesbian, start. I take her hand and smile at her. Curiously she begins to cry. Shit, did I make a mistake somewhere? I let her cry on my shoulder while the lawyer is very angry. I assure him that everything's OK and finally we finally get home. Paris by car must be worse than New York because the streets are more made for the bicycles or for the horses than for four-wheeled vehicles. In the evening while we are relaxing in front of a film still in French, Madam x calls Cindy to inform her that in two days I will participate in an entertainment show in prime time. Thanks to the buzz created by vogue followed by the wrongful arrest. When Cindy relayed the information, I gasp. Cindy has already organized three interviews and now. I have nothing to tell, what could I talk about?