I never would have thought that after spending four almost magical years in an apartment in Paris’s 16th arrondissement, we’d end up in a legal battle with the landlord. Here’s the story: we returned the keys a little over two months ago, on March 23, and the agency sent us a move-out report that doesn’t match the move-in report at all - neither in form nor in content - and then vanished. No response, no word

For two months, we bombarded them with letters asking why they wouldn’t just return our deposit - which, by the way, is about 3,000 euros, not counting the 10 percent penalty required by law, which has been increasing since April

Two registered letters with delivery receipts also vanished into thin air

It's not that I'm exactly eager for a fight or to go to court, but - just like in that saying about the good fairy - I'm not exactly in the best of moods

I mean, since I'm hanging out in France anyway - why not fuck someone over in court? What's the worst that could happen? I've never done anything like that before, so why not give it a shot? 

For those who aren't familiar with the joke about the good fairy:

“Hello, kind lady. Who are you?” - “Me? I'm the good fairy!” - “Then why are you holding an axe?” - “You see, I'm in a fucking bad mood this morning!”