Chapter 18 The second part changed jobs and my appearance attracted everyone's attention!

To make matters worse, I was clumsy and squirmed!I have two sous in my pocket, money for a cup of coffee, from the photographer! I met some painter's girlfriends, and I also met a little dancer who took me to her place, cut my hair, and taught me how to dress. After a few days, I already looked more out of shape. Because of my eyes and neck so long that I can't see my head, everyone gave me a nickname: "Antelope." One night, I was introduced to a painter.He ran an airfoil manufacturing plant and was looking for a slender man who could swing one leg back and put his weight on the other leg while fastening a screw to a on the thin strip.

I'm just right for the job.So, I started to turn the screws quickly, trying to avoid touching the tight cloth.I'm like the genie on the top of the Bastille, balancing on one leg!However, sometimes, the screwdriver slipped and the cloth was split! . . . it's enough for me! During this period, Robert and I broke off, and he went away with a friend who invited him to his house in Brittany.Before leaving, this friend lent me his studio and said, "You know, Gigi, I'm taking him for your own good. He's not good enough for you!" But I have to admit, I still continue to love him, this kind of love is like a dream thing that can never be obtained.

I knew he liked to smoke a pipe, so I picked up all the butts I could find, unpacked them, and sent them to him. I think he will be very happy. I had only been working at the wing factory for two days before I received a letter from the little dancer who had cut my beautiful hair.She said she was going on tour and I could live with her.She left the keys and a bag of clothes and shoes with a girlfriend. She also has a girlfriend who is also willing to stay with me, but I refused.Because, I've heard people say that if she asks a woman to sleep in her bed, it's to make love to her! Although my initial contacts with men were not very successful, I was still young enough to sink myself into the game.

After a week at the wing factory, I got my first salary: thirty francs. As it happened, I had my eye on a black wool suit with beautiful black and white trim.Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I paid a deposit of ten francs... I feel elegant. I bought some more meat for supper, and then went home.When I was about to go out again, I found that my wallet could not be found. I got through Sunday with the little cooked meat I bought.After rummaging through the studio, I also found some leftover condensed milk. I barely passed the day on Monday morning when I escaped the tram ticket to the factory.However, I feel uncomfortable.I'm getting used to being hungry, but it's hard to work all day without eating.The next day, after working for an hour, I started to feel dizzy!

If someone hadn't caught me in time, I would have fallen on the wing! I was taken outside to breathe, and someone asked me questions.But I can't answer, I can only cry! However, the painter, the factory director, understood immediately.he told me: "Hey, little guy! How long has it been since you ate?" I finally told him about my bad luck.So he called me an idiot and took me to the nearest restaurant. He made me sip a bowl of soup, eat eggs, and drink a large glass of Bordeaux.Then, he advanced some money to me. Life goes on!One day, I saw the girlfriend of the little dancer come to the factory.Before that, she had dated me several times.She told me that she was from the police station and I had to follow her right away.

She said I was a vagrant with no fixed abode, and finally, she said that the little dancing girl had been stolen! I was about to go with her when the factory manager came and ordered her to "get out", otherwise he would give her a hard kick in the ass.he told me: "Don't worry, little girl, if there's anything, tell me. I know her, the bitch, she's done it to other people..." He told me about a little model in Montparnasse, whom I also knew a little.The woman kept the little model at her house and gave her a pair of shoes.The little girl wouldn't let her touch it, so she accused her of stealing the shoes, and the poor little girl was caught and put in the prison of Saint-Lasalle, because she had no place to live, and she had those shoes on her feet.

I was called in by the Chief of Police who thought he could make me confess to something I hadn't done.He said that people of my age are very weak, and they like beautiful things, and because they can’t afford the things they like, they go to get other people’s things, thinking that one day they can return them... and so on. I answered him: "Chief of Police, I'm not a thief. I have a job; I'm not living on the streets where I've been rented to sleep; and I'm a virgin and I don't like women. This woman is taking revenge on me because I don't want to sleep with her !"

The factory manager asked me to bring a note to the chief of police. The note said that he trusted me and told me about the woman he knew. So the chief of police said to me, "Well, that's all right, little guy, you can go, and I'll take care of the rest." After this, I never heard it mentioned again. I am almost happy!I have food to eat and a place to sleep.Unfortunately, this didn't last long. For me, this work is too hard.When I woke up one morning, I was sick and my limbs seemed to be broken.I went to the hospital, and the doctor told me... eat more meat with blood, don't do anything, rest!

They can take a joke!