Author Desiree Konzi
I had problems with the owner of my apartment in NYC a few weeks before my return to France. I found myself on the street with my belongings. I finally joined a friend who lived in Harlem West.
Because he did not hear from me, my boyfriend got up in the middle of the night from Queens and tried to locate me. Upon learning that I was on the street, he panicked and went straight to the Harlem Police Station and the French Consulate. Finally we were able to find ourselves.
To have someone guessing that something was wrong, not making hasty conclusions and moving heaven and earth to find me is one of the most beautiful things that happened to me.