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To: IQBAL LATIF who wrote (49164)	9/29/2005 6:31:19 AM
From: IQBAL LATIF	Respond to of 50167

Deja vu- Interesting exchanges.. 20 years old Zack goes to Paris and writes on his sojourn in Paris..some replies .. From: Zachary Latif [mailto:zacharylatif@hotmail.com] Sent: 27 September 2005 23:03 To: ilatif@yahoo.com Dear family, I hope this mail finds you in the best of circumstance and dad I hope your --- ---- ----------- are going well. May truth and justice persevere, as they must? It's 11.30 here and almost my bed time, Anya has retreated to the mini penthouse to work on some French, but I thought i would just drop you all a quick line. I have been trying to call but it seems that I am always on the phone with mother in my efforts to render the house livable. In this regard, Saleem is also invaluable; frankly, he is a very good chap and has kept the house rather well, dad could you let me know what his------ so I have a rough idea what I can expect of him. I feel sorry for the poor chap, having to endure my barbarous mix of Urdu with a bit of French which he assures me readily is perfectly understandable. Finally, Anya herself is a source of great comfort, not only practically, in her seeing to the house and our situation but also as a partner in the house. She has colonized the mini penthouse up top and we are now working on the garden, and the small kitchen. I'm happy to report that we have restarted the refrigerator up there as well making the idea of dinner in the garden all the more feasible. I would love it if any of you came down to visit us in Paris, though I understand the constraints of job and time don't always allow for it. It seems that ----- regains her strength and vitality day by day and it is very comforting to have such long conversations with her. I am enjoying myself tremendously even though by all accounts it is a seemingly dull holiday. I have not been clubbing nor have I availed myself to any of the culinary pleasures of Paris, I tried a French and Indian restaurant but none of the Berris, Diwans and Turkish that make Paris so appealing. Rather I am more focused on mundane things, such as adequate lighting, clean balconies and workable windows {what this house needs more than anything else is air and light}. I enjoy the fact that every time I brush against something in this house it is some way or the other a memory of my childhood, particularly our excellent library. Funnily enough, I am waking up these days at ungodly hours, 5am or 6am being not unusual. It seems rather peculiar but then there are a lot of interesting little details... Finally I'm beginning to get a geographic awareness of Paris, no doubt to my tiny map, that extends beyond the mile road from the Louvre to La Defense. Paris is being sapped of her strength; her inhabitants pale in comparison to the buzz of Londoners though they exude a certain class, A espirit that's quite unmistakable. It is as though they are somehow above the routine even when they go about in their most mundane tasks such as commuting to work. My correspondence is at an end, I hope to talk to each of you when I have the chance. Bon chance, Zack ps my French is going well; i hope to work on grammar... >From: zain.latif@h .com To: "Latif, Rehan (FID)" <Re…………..com> CC: zacharylatif@hotmail.com Subject: your Paris sojourn.. Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 15:17:35 +0100 Dearest Zachary- Your email highlights the enormous difficulty that you are having in Paris. The self-less sacrifice, the burden upon which you place yourself has created morsels of sorrow that pepper my heart. Please do ensure that the taxing time spent on arranging the ---floor apartment in Paris into "livable" conditions, with the aid of a full-time helper whose sole purpose is answer your every whim, does not detract you from the fact that this is supposed to be a holiday. Dearest brother...I feel for you. Your standard of living in Avenue --ch in what some, more specifically the "downtrodden", might be tempted to call "palatial" will never understand the pains and immense suffering you have endured. Please accept my heartiest and deepest condolences... and when you are consumed in wiping yet another window, cleaning one more room, fixing an additional fridge do remember that there are those who think of you and utter at every possible moment..."bless the poor bastard".. From Zack Subject: RE: your email Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 20:17:49 +0000 Now more than ever, having read your mail I'm quite convinced you should have been a writer. With regards to myself, after a grueling day at class, I went shopping with Saleem at Auchan. I've started stocking up the house and decided to give it a rest today, instead I will work on something tomorrow when I have a half day a l'ecole. Speaking of a butler catering to my every whim, I wish. Saleem is a nice chap, charming in his affable way and calls me Rayhan all the time. He apparently tells me Rayhan spoke excellent Urdu whereas the other gorah lumbah brother spoke no Urdu whatsoever. I haven't eaten out yet, rather strange, however I find that French food made in the kitchen is particularly delicious. I'm on the phone to mother toujours and hopefully Saleem has promised an utility person to fix the light and air situation. I hope to be done with the house by this weekend, by then I will start calling the few people I know in Paris. Zack