It has become the biggest news in this small village now. Everybody knows and everybody lays their eyes on me when I walk out the street since we are the only two Chinese here. I never wanted to stand out in the crowd but I do in some occasions unavoidably. I remember how everyone stared at me when I went to a restaurant by myself which was full of local couples, families and friends last time. I might have shocked them when I ordered my meal in English instead of pointing my index finger at the picture in the menu and then enjoyed it completely and left with some tips. I guess there is nothing wrong eating alone in a restaurant, right? Anyway, the attention that I have this time here is never the one I wanted.
The police has gone, shop has closed and so..... it's done as the owner of the restaurant Patrick put it. It has actually finished on 21st of December, the doomsday. If you have read the newspaper clip that I sent you last time, you should know that the raids have been planned months ago. The Gardai then took action country wide simultaneously on 19th December. No wonder they didn't bother questioning me and only record my identity. The police has even got their targeted figures the day after. Okay, now it seems that Irish are not stupid, despite all the rumours. It's also said on the paper that six out of eight caught are Asian. Reading sentence like this really makes me feel ashamed to be a Chinese sometimes. And knowing nasty and stupid people like Sky who only paid 250 euro a week for growing the cannabis plant even disgusts me.
Believe or not, I wasn't very scared or terrified when the police come that night. I used to think that the boss rent the restaurant downstairs and someone else lived upstairs so what I worried about was if there was a predator or murder because that's the thing that would really cause danger to my safety as I work til very late every night. The police refused to confide anything in the beginning and so I just did my usual work, that is, talking orders from customers. Awhile later, the owner of the restaurant Patrick came and told me that they found a lot of cash and some cannabis upstairs. Knowing this news, I was shocked but not frightened because I still didn't seem that it was that close to me at that moment. I didn't know it at all and I didn't involve it at all so I couldn't have any emotion of worry or guilty. Besides, the police didn't question me to much or seem going arrest me. They only questioned about the chief and I did the translation. So shock was the feeling I have had. I realized now that it could cause me a lot of trouble of course. I could be put into jail for years if it happens in some countries. I haven't been sensitive enough. I am just not the kind who has a lot of preparation and calculation for others.
The story has almost come to the end by now. There is not evident but it doesn't need a genius to figure it out that the chief knows the owner is doing something illegal upstairs. He just didn't bother to find out more. Like most illegal immigrants, they only live within the Chinese circle and all they want is work and money. Sky is a weird guy from the very beginning. The Malaysian guy told me he works for the boss as a construction builder. He had one or two meals with us within my 8 working days there. Patrick told he was arrested at the night, probably at the scene. For just 250 euro a week that he got himself in prison for up to 5 years, Sky is the most stupid guy I ever met so for.
Not to offence the Irish police, but I don't think they find the cannabis planthouse themselves. I reckon someone reported the crime long time ago. It could be Patrick or any of the neighbours but surely wouldn't be the chief or the girl who introduced me the job (both of them are staying illegally). No one would admit it anyway. I remember Patrick once said to me: 'I started to become suspicious that why you guys (me and the chief) are living there while he (the boss) rent the whole building from me.' It is strange that we are put away to live in an apartment 500 meters away while the upstairs of the restaurant is actually a very nice living place with 2 to 3 bedrooms. Now it's very clear that it's a place for the plants and they are more valuable than us.
The girl who introduced me the job finds the guy Sky and the boss suspicious, but couldn't tell what exactly was going on. She once told me that she wonder if they were doing something illegal such as growing cannabis. I didn't never really pay attention to her words. I wasn't alert enough. I know now that things that might not have any relation to you could harm you in other way. In some extreme cases, I can be in real deep shit even I am totally innocent. I don't blame her though. She should not have any intention to put me in such a situation.
I wish I can be smarter (although it doesn't seem to be likely) or there is a formula that I can tell which one is an asshole in the beginning. Anyhow, I guess I am still a lucky one in the deep shit. Now I really had a Christmas holiday and it is a long one. I got nothing, there is totally nothing to do here. Well, but if you know me well, you would know I always have something (better than working) to do to entertain myself.
Merry Christmas guys!
Cheers,
Vanessa
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