Jesus Christ, Novak and the* Serbs
i am a guy who spilled some nasty secrets about myself (a rumor that cost me my life - my future), about my marriage (they took my wife as a trophy), about where am i at, about the world around me and people do not like facing that sort of thing. plus the serbs say i sound like a pussy. nuts hate me because they believe I am another serb. but, i an't no serb no more! (I repented.) serbs gave me nothing but scars and beatings. some people look at me as if i am the walking dead. a lot of them are afraid that something bad is going to happen to them if they are standing close by - i see that by their reactions, like somebody is going to miss me and punch or kick them too. nobody ever did come up to me to say hey, we are so sorry! instead, they keep cornering the cat. but, oh my, that is a very stupid thing to do, unless you were made to do so. i can see it in their smirk they are either enjoying what goes on or down with doing harm and mob mentality; if they could, they would exterminate me. i feel in belgrade serbia as if i would feel walking around Tehran while holding a pig's head. one girl even tried to defend me as she was passing by - she said to her colleague so i could hear it too:
listen sanja, he was not the only one that...(so i was not the only one but now i am paying it up for everybody that did). next up, i will listen how i am writing about getting beaten up on the internet and also how i got money to
buy myself an icecream which makes me wonder if some of them think that i am homeless. "oh, he has got money for an icecream bar! how's that icecream taste?!" a long time ago i wanted to be the owner of bodyguard agency so i may be sending mixed signals as far as my behavior is concerned as i got used to always expect the unexpected, i also wanted to subsidize my education at the Wharton School by utilizing the GI BIll by becoming the US Ranger, etc. and thus some American judge somewhere presently is occupying my throne.
most serbs look at me like some kind of weirdo traitor to say the least even though i have been saying my peace for over 13 years to no avail. i hurt noone. as if they hate that i was not killed in the war that those satan's minions in red that serbs still idolize had started. that's why i gave up on trying to prove anything in this country. by having to move back to serbia to face this terror i feel betrayed not only by America, but by life and by God. just recently a guy approaching me spat into my direction when he was a yard away from me. when i confronted him, he kept his head bowed down without saying a thing he just walked away. another woman, while laughing and acting all polite and kind spat all over my food that was on a check out line at the store register. i felt her spit over my hands. so, i find many serbs as being pernicious. who would not prefer a stinky eye over spit and smile? but no stinky eyes, all i ever get are evil eyes - let me fine grade the virulence. an older guy in the store line that just finished checking out waited until i paid for groceries as i was sure he was thinking that i was going to steal and shoot out running from the store so he had wanted to chase me to become the new serbian hero. by looking at him i also realized this guy was somebody that probably was less informed about me, but there are many such people whose behavior is criminal. it is probably why my life has lost all meaning. and when you lose your purpose in life, you lose everything. other serbs must be thinking that i am some american sheep dipped patsy not just a traitor but a combatant enemy. while the only truth - which should not be said - lies somewhere in my connection to indian wars and my past lives. my ex-brothers in arms throughout my past american lives surely would not have let me die here in serbia. but these are some new orders and surely some new times. in 2002/03, in america, i had been kept in some centers in the wilderness for 5 months where I believe I was subjected to enforced sterilization. i am surely not motivated to find a new soul mate, but surely i know the family life is something i miss the most. they took it away from me. yup, i should be angry enough to chew nails complaining only about these serbian retarded gangstalking, like these douche bags know why are they doing it? even though, perhaps i am living in great fear (and pain too for realizing everything) at this time, i amalso subjected to harassment on a daily basis - this for sure. hate to say this but in serbian public transportation it appears as serbian thugs and bullies are trying to kick me in my private area.
the way they position themselves and the way I look at it, it looks intentional to me.
the real problem is they feel there is no one that is going to make them accountable for their actions.
in the past they were not pretty accurate with that particular type of kick,
as I had already described the situation when I was attacked in the serbian public transportation and their legs were flying up
and trying to nail and kick me in the midsection. i want to have kids one day and serbs are trying to end that.
what really bothers me is that the more i am afraid, talking about it and complaining, the more courageous and macho they are.
some of them are getting real sticky. the greatest problem: i do not even know who these people are, 99,9% of them i see for the first time in my life. don't they mind some code of engagement, for example, if someone declared himself a coward
i would not bother that person no more, period.
these guys are entirely different. they are on my ass 24 - 7 and enthusiastic as ever. that i consider bottom line torture or i might as well be listed as some type of serbian
domestic terrorist so they may be doing it on purpose. or unless they are half-witted, if they really believe that violence and bad manners impress? what gravy is in it for them? if it is easy to steer 50000 hooligans into action on the soccer stadium it must be easy as pie to provoke people on the street into action as well.
like i said, i am not expecting anything good in serbia, the things are gonna deteriorate, but i have so many enemies throughout the world and no safe heaven
where i can go to and feel safer. i am truly the man without a country! i wish Novak Djokovic becomes some real model for everyone, not only on paper, and things truly change. hope at that time i do not remain that experimental rabbit no more. Amen! i know im romancing the stone but would not it be much nicer for the world to measure and see how long it takes until someone is cured emotionally, psychologically and physically and not just persist on inflicting the injury?!! on the contrary this is what i am coping with:
like I said this blog is my only say and defence. i wish this bloody mess returns to those who created it and those who feel chosen to continue to ruin my life.
some serbs, whom i also do not know, find it repulsive to be in the same waiting area.
they get agitated just be being in the presence of myself.
it may be that they fear that they will be struck with bad luck since nobody likes losers! my message to serbia is: i can also be a man and a human being like you, so just let me try.
having two countries, the United States of America and Serbia, hate you is the punishment of God.I waited ten years before getting married and as soon as I did, Americans stepped in and stopped me in my tracks - ruined this match made in heaven. they jinxed me out of my future.
In Serbia, I was saving money for ten years to buy car, not long after that Serbs destroyed it. with enemies like that I would need nine lives to gain some normalcy.it is a one step forward and a thousand steps backwards relationship. but if that only would be just it. even though i am not overly supersticious, my advise to both the usa and serbia would be:
if you ever get another chance, pick your battles and never engage to steal from the lowly cos some Heavenly wreath may be coming to haunt you unselectively after all. as far as im concerned, hope aliens are reading this so they help me out get some earthly normalcy and pleasures.
may 25th 2016: could not figure out it was gonna be a trap. my problem is that i often forgot how people are or could be and then i put my guard down; that’s when the trouble starts. sometimes i forgot that i am in serbia where my sentence matches death sentence. namely, i agreed to exchange some art with secret service officer working on the night shift near his working premises. as i was exiting his vehicle and after the exchange took place (i took the bait) i went by two of his coworkers that appeared to be on the smoke break around the entrance and realized that something was amiss. now - 02:00 AM - i have a terrible eye pain which is either the consequence of laser sniping while I was sitting in the car or military grade pepper spray sprayed into my path. if I had not had any suspicions from before and bad experiences with the same person, i would not be suspicious much, but i am only thinking about possible revenge served cold by that agent as i had written herewith about experience with him at some earlier times. i washed my eyes with plenty of water and some plum brandy too (not to disinfect it but to get the response from the laser wound if any and locate it – everything burns – both eye and the surroundings, do not know what’s really going on there), but they are burning as hell.
may 10th 2016: thanks to these people in 20 seconds i took in
what the serbian population will get in 500 years from chemtrails - if they exist. many in serbia realize chemtrails are bad but still
they do equally the same harm like the son of a bitch, the driver of this streetcar No. 614 who was letting air brakes off
on purpose 6 or 7 times - as i stood at the stop there at around 14:00 PM - thus raising
a big cloud of semi-asbestos dust in front of me so i could breath
in all that cancerous residue particles of the braking process.
with weight of ten kilos in each hand i could not move to escape breathing in this nasty cancerous formation of dust.
not to mention that in various other ways this hidden torture happens a lot on different ocassions. ocasionally,
samsung s5 video cam is a good line of defence against torture and gangstalking and those that engage in wrongdoing me behave differently
when they realize they have been filmed, it was not applicable here since it happened before i could react which would require to
place down the baggage i was carrying.
if i reported this to the police they would put me in mental institution.
the best possible thing that would happen would be if they would just laughed you off. that is why this blog is the only form of
what was next, as i entered the bus # 33 i ran into the group of high scholl kids who recgonized me as they were
making eye contacts trying to push one another into action to hit or kick me, this was at 14:33 PM.
in this country they classify you as a traitor when you are down like me and the law will protect them not me,
while even when the french national who was killed several years ago - everybody involved got off the hook. from my personal experience these are the easiest people on the planet compared only to some indigineous tribes
that could be instigated into organized unjust harassment against someone
in a second. think only how many people were killed when the communists came into power just because, just because they were different with different opinions.
following this up on may 12th 2016: it seems as if it is really impossible to explain to these young serbian thugs not to go overboard - as soon i exited bus # 25 at ruzveltova street today there was an approximately 20-year-old guy who started jumping around like a monkey as if he was preparing to fight me, many people were also present. as a christian nation serbia tends to believe that it is sporting itself much better than any other catholic country, my experience is different. some of these people behave like complete savages. even females in their twenties agree with molesters as they keep showing their disrespect and disagreement with me represented in intentional coughing when walking close by. it also boggles my mind when i realize how many people are involved in this harassment. walking in the open in this town has become a pure liability for me and it would be helpful if someone designed a very small portable witness cam camera that anyone expecting problems could wear around attached to wardrobe for protection and witness account. if one of these kids got engaged into a fight with me which is obviosuly their intention, since those who give them feedback and hatemongering instructions what to do keep pushing their agenda, the autorities will protect them by saying nothing happened, or it was not a big deal, any way you turn it, i am screwed. this is where the ingenuity of CIA comes to light as they succeeded in torturing me at a long distance utilizing their enemy - serbian mavericks - this is some kind of torture that only the american comanches were able to design in history. unbelievable! if it did not concern me, i would praise it for cleverness.
following this situation up on may 13th 2016, 15:20 PM: as i walked out of my house i was promptly spat at on vitanovacka street
by the young serbian punk (approx.15 years old) who immediately said 'sorry',
but he did spit on purpose, there was little doubt about it, there were three of them together - like all cowards SOME serbs tend not to attack openly one on one, but usually
engage in a group of at least three to four, not in a knightly manner - which also means hideouts and attacks from behind.
promptly afterwards i had a windshield cleaning liquid sprayed at me also advertently by a driver of the car that was passing by and after that i was gangstalked by this
who produced a gangstalking noise while passing by. been a cowardly kind of serb myself i was a downright coward to engage or photograph the three little punks that spat at me - who could have jumped me right there -
but i was brave
enough to photograph
the "lady" that was gangstalking me, another photo follows herewith:
feeling misunderstood like Serb Nikola Tesla inciting the invention of anti-laser sunglasses and witness cam portable
protection and account camera. who knows what else they do to me when i am not aware, i can expect everything as they are ready for anything, nothing good by the way, my eyes hurt again and i suspect the foulplay,
and i do not care if they posthumously name some shitty street in serbian suburbs after me - the unprotected victim of the serbian public torture - i piss at all of them who gangstalk now.
may 17th 2016: same shit, just different day as serbian P.O.S. who must have heard about this blog did exactly the same shit at the same station where i waited today around 14:00 PM, same day of the week and at about the same time as on the prior occasion so might as well be the same POS just driving a different color streetcar (not to mention that i was attacked - gangstalked by noise - several times today by other public transportation personnel, probably as a retribution for writing here):
couple of things in serbia that may be my bad that i possibly regret:
a) regret becoming lifelong enemy of the serbian businessman djordje mona (i sincerely and in good faith offered to him painting graveyard, oil, 1952, by igor vasiljev; mona's wife was in another room adjacent to his office, at that moment she came out & into the office not saying anything and it appeared as if she was upset thinking that i wanted to jinx him with that work, on the first following occasion when there was some misunderstanding i was kicked out of family's view. that painting whose theme btw is consistent with Igor's major works was later acquired by an art collector of igor vasiljev works and it is now one of the major works in that other collection). and
b) regret becoming lifelong enemy of dr. prostrn who truly is a weird, weird cookie but a suprisingly likeable lying greedy scum, nevertheless.
also, even though i would rather opt not to buy anything american - for my ruined life - there are some things i just have to because there are not any better substitutes out there and these are nike shoes, fender guitars as well as macdonald's food, the quality is quality.
take a first step of a 100 miles march - end hooliganism in serbia, first off, close off football stadiums in the city at any cost and less than 10% of the problem will be solved. create neighborhood watch patrols to eliminate drug problems around schools. prohibit sale of dangerous items such as knives, lasers, firecrackers. these are only some basic ideas as it would take many years to eradicate evil in Serbia. all politicians’ children are on the safe grounds overseas, but why would anyone want to live here with erratic situation as it is. so someone must do something. as I was walking my dog after 11 PM tonight (31st of march 2016) first we were despitefully laughed at by the group of kids huddling up around veselin maslesa schoolyard’s entrance who recognized my English bullterrier from approx. 200 yard distance and then as we proceeded to bypass these late night party we went down to autokomanda park only to realize that a group of what appeared to be 12 to 15 hooligans was heading towards us from the bluff nearby red star stadium, which is approx. 500 yards distance, and as I saw some laser lights shined on the trees in the park around us I then decided to strike the trail back home at once. i thought it was safe walking in belgrade around 11:00 PM, guess not, early in the morning must be the safest time. now eyes hurt from laser exposure. not interested of experiencing the destiny of Brice Taton although i could have been killed when i was attacked last time (as i had described in this blog earlier).
yes i am a sissy for saying it out loud, but i cannot help it - someone must separate sport and politics as cacoons of evil lay in the woodwork of politics next to ignorance. these are my thoughts.
run a river through belgrade, knowledge is in the water. deprived of sunshine i was only coming out of my hideout in the evening and last evening i ate frikom's icecream vanila cone that created additional pain in my life today, i am so weak i can barely stand. a friend of mine said you were probably poisoned as most likely they threw out first (in the spring time with warmer temps) the no good stuff, unfrozen and frozen again. and i can tell you a few days ago when i was feeling better, i wanted a pancake and coffee, but to a sick man water is everything. i can only assume, in the end with the last man standing and dying in mortal pain there will be no drinking water left.
I must say that next to being isolated from normalcy and permanently harassed by my countrymen, I am starting to experience lack of communication with practically 90% of those that had previously communicated with me. it all started when my cellular phone got stolen in October 2015. I went downtown to police headquarters to let police track it and signed some authorization for the police that i had not read at the time - now i regret. I have many proven enemies (ultimate evil with unlimited reach and power) in the ranks of Serbian national security service (aka BIA - equivalent to the U.S. FBI and CIA) and hence Im worried if someone got a hold of my phone there and malevolently undermined all of my relationships. it is not impossible in serbia and i have no other explanation. those relationships were definitely systematically undermined and the only ones who have power to do anything of such a magnitude in Serbia are: God, Novak Djokovic and BIA what God and Novak Djokovic certainly did not do.
this comes after the fact that some art collectors had prevented me from getting in touch or continuing communication with other art collectors. utilizing mode divide et impera, they created a situation whereby some really good but perhaps naive people started to hate me without a good reason. things have gotten so bad that bold transparence against rivalry, jealousy, unfair advantages, gangstalking, vicious attacks and harassment as reflected in this blog remains the only option.
in serbia, the discrediting rumors placed by retired BIA* (*Serbian CIA equivalent) agents or their stooges alone would be enough to make a sane person crazy. for goodness sake this is serbia, you do not have to sip polonium in somebody’s drink. for mere 50 bucks you can hire drug addicts that will do the dirty job and stab your enemy with hypodermic HIV+ or HEP b / HEP c + needle in the mass chaos during a rush hour on Serbian public transport which translates to slow and painful death for the victim. once you were made an overly exposed target by the ‘system’ all those around you seem suspicious, in other words I see Trump’s problem now, out of all Muslims you do not know which ones belong to 0,0001% that you cannot trust, it is not written on their foreheads.
ho hum, in serbia problem seems to be deeper than just that, I have not had a person willing to play tennis with me since 2003. people are afraid knowing the influence of my serbian enemies. it is disgusting, this Serbian perfidious hatred, they do not just hate you, they despise you next to trying to harm and maim you. then behind your back it is all brouhaha enjoyment. I’ve got two words for you - Serbian backstabbers. the serbs believe they have the authority to judge me and they have found me guilty whereas those somewhere in america that had allowed them to judge and persecute me are not conscience-stricken neither will they find a new sympathy for this suffering.
scratch mark on my back of unknown origin that i discovered - it started to burn - after a ride on moderately crowded serbian public transport, there is a needle size pierce hole damage on my jacket in the exact same area as this scar on my back.
it feels as if serbia has no attention span when I am not mentioned every 5 seconds. these guys made a habit stalking me and now try to stay relevant by creating dangerous controversy about foreign investors weighing complex mix of risks all due to my blog.