My Paris story- how I got scammed in PARIS.

I got scammed in Paris. That was a scam.

 This is what running into my head. 

Paris and such a scam… 

Oh, God.


I ran straight into the bus and hurriedly sat down finding an empty seat. I was short of breath and I was gasping profusely. I was not daring to look at the seats around me, yet gathering all my courage I raised my head and found all my companions including my teacher and tourist guide staring at me. For a while, it felt me, as if I was a prisoner who had escaped from Tihar Jail.  

It took me just a while to realize that the entire bus was at a halt just because of me and I had reached the meeting point 45 minutes late. All students and teachers were staring at me and I could read a clear satire in their eyes. Obviously, the reason for their displeasure was me, because I had made everyone wait. I hid my head in my hands and tried to hold my scattered breath. 

Right in anger, but the caravan started running towards its destination, Germany, and in front of my eyes the whole scene of the day, which was like a scary dream, started running in flashback. 

Paris..Paris..Paris, a dream city Paris, which was turned for me into a Scam city Paris.

At breakfast in the morning, It was told that all students would be dropped off at the Center Paris, from where, anyone, who wants to visit monuments, museums, Eiffel Tower, etc. can do so but has to assemble at Champs-Elysees at 4 pm, and we all will be returning back to Germany.


I still could not understand why my confidence was so high that day that I headed alone to Eiffel Tower. By the way, I had been to Paris many times before, but the stay could not be very long, because I used to wake up from sleep.

As a student, the 2 Euro metro ticket was quite expensive on the calculation in Indian Rupee, although, I was terrific at Math. It was very difficult to get the direction. The reasons behind this were, that I was very bad at reading the given, second, French hated the English language.

I used to hear that English is an international language, but there I found it to be just an illusion that we are grown. Although, the British have shaken us also a lot, but the annoyance and irritation that the French have with them, is next level.  This I felt when I asked someone about the route in English. Believe me; it was like asking them to donate their kidney.

By the way, the beauty of the Eiffel Tower was really heart-wrenching. High tower, multi-floor Tower design, beautiful lush green trees, a river flowing nearby, in whose pure water the reflection of the Eiffel Tower looked like the face of a beloved in a moonlight night.

Since it was a Sunday, It was a bit crowded that day, the beauty of the Eiffel Tower was extended. There were barricades all around the tower and the security was very tight. Being a holiday restaurant of the tower situated in the middle of the Tower was closed. I made myself happy just by seeing the glasses from below.

Now, when you are in Paris, that too in front of the Eiffel Tower, you would never miss a photoshoot. Therefore, a photographer has searched around. Luckily the search turned out to be very short, soon a request of taking some pictures was made to a Malaysian guy and in front of the Tower, he clicked 2 3 pictures of me. According to the deal, I also took many pictures of him and handed over the camera to him.

Even after being so old, the Eiffel Tower looked very young. After visiting the tower from all sides, I wanted to visit the river bank. On crossing the road, a beautiful river was flowing nearby, completely


silent. Clear water in which, the tower’s reflection was producing a mesmerizing look.

It drew my mind back to India where we call River Ganga our mother, yet we do not respect it and throw the world’s filth into it, without thinking, how many lives depend on it, and it has been quenching the thirst of us, birds, animals and of our lands for centuries.

Tiny boats floating in the river, old bridge, and small beautiful shops and cafes along the banks were creating a different impression to the visitors. Seeing that scene of the day, I had imagined the beauty of the Tower in the night.

My Paris story-

After visiting the riverbank, Paris, I went to the other side of the Eiffel Tower and heard some noise. Upon reaching I saw something like a game (scam) is going on there. Getting closer to that game, I saw 5-7 people standing there in a round shape. 2 Africans were moving some glasses on a table very fast. There was a ball in one glass and those glasses were moving very fast. Some people standing nearby were guessing the ball, and this way a money transaction was happening. I did not felt, it was a scam.

The language was unknown to me but it was understood that if you guess the ball right, then you win and they will give you double your money.  if you lose, then Tata bye-bye. Yes, your Imagination is correct, Just like “Raja Natwar Lal” movie two for one (1=2).

The lady next to me had just won 200 Euros. The African guy regretted his loss and sincerely gave 400 Euros to that lady.

On seeing me, one of them even encouraged me to try my luck. He acted as if he is also a tourist and he is my sympathizer. There is a saying “Donkeys don’t have horns” that is absolutely true. I had a good eye on which glass the ball is in. My eyes were spinning rapidly with moving glasses. Once again my confidence boosted and I could not realize when I got convinced to bet.

I caught the right glass and pointed at it. Meanwhile, and took out my purse. The guy who had just become my sympathizer hastily put his foot on the glass of the ball I pointed at and gestured me to give the money.

Since I was confident that I had grabbed the right glass, I handed the money over to the African. In the blink of an eye, my sympathizer left his foot and put on the other glass.

Until I could understand anything, he lifted his foot from the empty glass and the ball was coming out of the other glass.

All the parrots of my intelligence had flown away and I was blank.

I had lost my bet of 100 Euros which was my budget for that entire excursion. Again my calculation started. I had lost 8000 INR in one single eye blink. I wanted to make a million noise and protest, you are a cheater, you are dishonest, plead for justice to the people standing nearby, but they all started shouting at me on the contrary, including that my sympathetic partner.


Very soon It was revealed to me that all these are cards of this game only and I have become their pawn. I was robbed and I had no choice but to leave from there because I had no intention to get my bone broken and I had to go back safely.

I was constantly slapping my face and snatching my hair. I was laughing myself and crying too. I could neither cry nor laugh. How could I be so idiot? How could I be so ignorant and stupid that even I could not realize that they all are different sides of the same coin? They rob people. I lost 100 Euros in a jiffy which was a big amount for me as a student.

In which direction the return metro was going, I was not aware. I do not remember, how many trips did I make on the same route. I was completely lost. My 100 Euros were pinching me.

The pain of not knowing French, the anger of the French officials on hearing English, and because of that I had forgotten the name of the gate where we were to gather. Sometimes going on this route, sometimes on that route, and then roaming around and coming to the same place. With great difficulty found a girl who knew both English and that gate and I had reached Champ Ulysses after wandering for hours. Here the whole group was waiting for me.  

The bus was going very fast towards Germany and in my eyes, they were roaming like a movie for the whole day.

My Paris story- I got scammed in PARIS.

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