Tuesday afternoon is dragging on, it hangs over Paris the usual yellow halo, indicative of a new pollution peak. At the end of June is the time to storm activity and sluggish, I'm constantly sleeves rolled up, it's hot, no air conditioning, the phone rings, I pick up. is Mr. Cohen, he owns a large studio rue Erard, wants an estimate (free) and it is pressed (do not they all are?)
Courtois and steady voice that happy owner several properties in Paris confesses his confusion about the apparent lack of sensitivity of the tenant who remained six years, has always paid his rent on time but the feet of furniture clearly imprinted on a pretty carpet (do not they all are?)
- "of course we have a camera, yes, I'd be happy to capture the outrage and so as to make, since the measurement was not done as I bring the necessary" .. . because that is your desire ...
Bishop ...
-..." TSST, TSST, but no, it does not bother me, go "... quesqu'on would not get a mandate, eh?
Rendezvous is taken at 18:30 at the foot of the building, the lobby is large and welcoming, good luck, I engulfed myself. Outside it's pouring, and as apparently I am alone in thinking that punctuality is a basic form of respect as much patience dry.
With quarter of an hour late Caesar finally arrives, I bow before the August person, Mr. Cohen seems straight out of an advertisement for Grandpa Brossart, temples bald, graying hair, backs bent by the weight of years, hint of a smile but the eyes sharp and alert business man always on the lookout.
Thus he spotted a couple without difficulty and a young man with a bag of studying and rightly deduced that they came to visit the studio on the 17th floor loc.
And yes, our friend, doubtless carried away by his delight at the idea of my knowledge forgot to tell me he also stroked the idea of re-lease his property to incorporate the increase calculated on the INSEE index multiplied by the no less consequential scale of slumlords.
Bah, I opened the agency at 09.30, took 10 minutes to eat a sandwich, 2 to 3 minutes to use the toilet (and wash my hands), 5 minutes for my cigarette in the afternoon, he 6:45 p.m. ET is here I poirot the 17th floor of a building not especially beautiful of the 80
This is not the first time I felt like the skin of a Jehovah's Witness awaiting permission from the householder to have the honor to enter in places ...
No RTT days of ten hours or more, a retreat (sic) calculated on the basis of 70% of the minimum wage, no mutual vacation at a discount, not even a restaurant or tickets phone plan, I'm patient and love my neighbor but that the Kohen, well, he began to get drunk slightly.
Finally at 19:00 he accompanies the lift prospective tenant, bad luck "they liked but did not earn enough" or "the guarantees are too light "..." times are tough ..." My heart bleeds with compassion ...
The studio is not bad, sound walls, lots of storage space, kitchenette clever, electricity standards .... 1980, single-glazed windows, bathroom to review (lack ventilation) double exposed, but nasty towards one side. In short, repainted, carpet shampooed, windows changed, redone bathroom, secure entrance gate the apartment could appeal. I immersed myself, take measurements, photographs and fact already preparing my estimation. One last complaint
my host before leaving:
- "could you please send me the pictures with your estimate?, No I do not have Internet, go, if I prepare and mail all that this I have tomorrow night to my office "
Sure he smokes the carpet and not that grandpa
picture ... It is customary to say that happiness never comes alone, it's false!, it is sh * it, which always arrive in waterfall! Same for the "Fortune favors the bold" What nonsense!, in fact she smiles especially chieur! remains a saying that he, not an exception to the rule: the money goes silver.
Mr Cohen to luck, fate has willed that I go near his office the next day Bd Barbes (inventory in the industry) and so I took the opportunity to drop him in his box Letters to the pouch prepared in the morning same.
around 15:00 when I scan with an air of vexed the latest hallucinogens appeared on live auction listings (a box that had the intelligence to make money by pumping 99% of ads on the CSP for refourguer by mailing estate agents to list) one of my colleagues wonder if I know some Coben is on the phone and calls me?
My brain, in the end computer, knows that we are still far from happy hour with 2 pints of beer available for purchase one at the pub opposite and then immediately reconnects the circuits, Mister Cohen?, yes, for me, thank you, The Show is back on the road!
From that moment everything is going very fast and yet, in retrospect, I have the feeling of having experienced a transition to the Matrix where the action is idling ...
In fact thanks to my work follows a plea for a sale price 10% higher than estimated (though to 5900 € / m2 for any property I already thought to be west)
My
interlocutor justifies this position by the fact that if a compromise is signed tomorrow, the signing of the deed, she will intervene when in three months and by then prices will anyway take at least 10 % while integrate as many already in the price of this sale (hypothetical) increase in history to be protected "
a moment I close my eyes and recalls the happy days filled with carefree, these evenings listening to Roy Orbison singing for lonely like me, who go around barefoot on the beach without a penny in your pocket but head full of dreams that only adolescence can produce in industrial quantities.
The crumbles over time more slowly, I can not remember what I responded on this exaggerated baseless anyway Scrooge was already far away, now had to "I put me in connection with the trustee of the building to untangle this legal and financial as SCI "which had acceded to my" client "to avoid the voracity of the state.
At this moment our relationship in his last moments of life.
Even before touches me the idea of offering an appointment with my principal to sign a mandate to delimit and possibly consider a fair return for the work requested This tells me firmly:
- "of course, at this stage there is no question that I sign a warrant"
It's funny, when taking refuge in the past with nostalgia, it never rains, the sky is always clear, starry nights, there is neither hunger nor thirst, a fragrance still seems to float in the air or are it my imagination?
Back in 2005 my voice ringing out on the founding principles of the law Hoguet for whom no salvation without a warrant, I am the apostle of the poor owner who I disservice to the detriment of the recipient that supports the commission I would warn against the lack of insurance in case something goes wrong during a visit without being duly authorized ...
- "Sir?"
- "uh, yes?" I replied after a moment of hesitation
- "Goodbye!"
Bang! Like that, amidst a tirade without warning, the ax fell, the discussion was over, the subject closed. A forever.
Behind me at the clock showed 3:07 p.m.
diary of a realtor in Paris 
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