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I am currently revamping my blog, fixing broken links, bad images, spelling errors, and outdated information. After more than four years, this seemed a good time to do so.

More or less all posts about stalking are here, given that these are the ones that get the most traffic. The rest will be posted when they have been edited. If you encounter errors, let me know, or ignore them.

My Never-Ending Apartment Story Part 4

My Never-Ending Apartment Story Part 4

On Wednesday, August 3rd, 2022, after two years and eight months, I got the rest of my deposit back from my Parisian landlord of 2019. The fine the judge ordered the landlord to pay has not been paid yet, more than 4000 €, and the French huissier de justice I hired to deal with this has not returned my latest inquiries.  

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My Never-Ending Apartment Story Part 3

My Never-Ending Apartment Story Part 3

I thought renting an apartment via a huge and long-established rental agency would be the financially safest when I went to Parisin 2019. I was wrong. It is now two years and seven months since I moved out of an apartment in Paris, and I still don’t have the money the court declared in January 2022 that I was owed. And I haven’t heard back from the last huissier company I hired.  

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My Never-Ending Apartment Story Part 1

My Never-Ending Apartment Story Part 1

In life, you lose nonstop – youth, looks, money, friends, illusions. But sometimes, you win in court. And so, after two years of paperwork and courtrooms, on January 28, 2022, a French court ordered my former 2019 Paris landlord to return my full security deposit, plus two years’ interest. This decision is a step in the right direction and a way to put part of my nine weeks in hell behind me.

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Teaching English in Paris

Teaching English in Paris

In addition, this lifestyle had a romantic feel to it. And that is what many people look for when they relocate to Paris, or, as Nietzsche saw it, the only true home for artists in Europe. Every day, people arrived in Paris with a teeny tiny Picasso or Hemingway in their stomach, carrying A Moveable Feast as if it were a sacred text.

The schedules in these schools left you with lots of free time on your hands between classes to explore every corner of the city. You quickly got to know it by heart, every street and alley, and you could survive on the salary and just live, if you lived prudently. And when you are young, poverty is just another life experience that will most likely improve dramatically with age.

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