9 November, 2007 | Leave a Comment

I will be a French lawyer.

The owner of the apartment rental agency finally sent an affidavit to my lawyer in which he explained all of his evidence. Did I tell you I was persuasive? In Hebrew, my name means “argumentative.” (Seriously.)

I’ve spent hours this week contacting people about submitting affidavits to the court for me. I did not realize before that Americans could submit affidavits for me and that their testimony can be translated into French. Some of my friends from home actually have evidence that can help me. I’ve also had to write to people I knew in Paris and to at least one of them I had to write a long letter in French, which is taxing. My French isn’t great; however, my legal French is getting good.

I may joke about this, but it is actually quite humiliating for me. Everyone I knew in Paris was aware of my drama and they were somehow trying to help me. I think they were glad when I left in April, but now I’m back again, asking for more help. They know first-hand that all of these dreadful things happened to me (they witnessed it), but since they don’t know me in any other context, I just seem like this crazy person who’s always being evicted, getting ripped off, suing people and throwing herself on their mercy. Even by French standards, this probably seems a bit over the top. So I feel humiliated in a way I never have before. It’s degrading.

But I chose to fight, so that’s what I must do. I am now being counter-sued for nearly 4000€, though my friend the Judge Judy aficionado assures me this is to be expected. If only Judge Judy ruled the Paris courts.

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