In Whose Name?

there was an international fair of numismatists in hotel slavija, belgrade, last weekend and i took my guard down only to experience a tremendous deal of eye pain as someone secretly sniped me with laser beam there. it is still lasting as i am writing on october 29^th, 2015, at 12:12 AM. there were people there that do not like me, the people that had been in a jail for long time, people that killed people… and i am thinking 'even sgt. bergdahl had better treatment with taliban' – the taliban were not popping his eyes out. whoever destroyed my family in the united states and sent me to serbia to become the object and target of these serbian persecutors in this miserable habitat did not accomplish any intended or aimed punishment unless the punishment was to destroy me physically. namely, i had a coke™ in united states and i have it here. i drove in united states, i am driving here. i have mobile connections, viber you name it. even the serbian landscape is same as pennsylvania, same geo latitude next to similar billboards on the road, not much difference. could be that people are different, i do not recall that i was ever terrorized in the usa like here. if persecution is taken out of equation, as i would not like to return to the united states for another devastating surprise (in comparison to american devastating surprises, if ten black guys just raped me i would have swallowed that, i'd feel much better now), so if serbian persecution is taken out of equation the only thing i do not have available in serbia is the thing someone in the united states had destroyed and that is: my marriage, in addition to current inability to start a new family with another person (some European sweetie pie; if you think this is a joke, it's sarcastic) because i have been treated like the worst (public?) enemy in serbia. and beyond that. so i will repeat to whomever it may concern: sgt. bergdahl had a better treatment with taliban than i do have in serbia. and as far as my marriage and family life are concerned, nobody cared because in their eyes i am a less important being than any animal. that issue -  my life destroyed forever - was swept under the carpet; noone said 'sorry', let alone produced will to hear the other side - my story.

a very friendly place, a loving place

you can bet your ass

i realized at what moment the joke was over - here in serbia

recently, as i was walking through slavia square with two girls in their twenties

i forgot who they were - could have been they asked me for directions

explanative: nobody known to me esp. females, wants to hang around out of plain fear of being harassed on the grounds of guilt by association.

suddenly then two police officers were coming our way, male and female

as they were passing by, the male cop made a statement to female officer:

(illegible) this pedophile again!

so do i need a permit to be the artist in serbia? why are they thinking about me let alone commenting? am I so important?

i do not know what is going on and why but i feel my constitutionally guaranteed liberties have been inhibited and limited for years on end.

my question is: if serbs have such lowly opinion about me, how am i going to be

celebrated in london, beverly hills, jerusalem, abu dabi?

while trying to keep serbian demons off my back

so far my communication with serbs was one-sided: either they were beating me up or spitting at me. having in mind my future and well-being, i'd rather communicate with trees and animals 

following a near death experience when i was beaten without warning by an unknown serbian thug 40 yards away from my house i do not trust this country and its people anymore. this evening at around midnight i stood in my yard watching over my dog when a group of three men and a woman was walking their two illyrian sheepdogs in the street. as soon as they saw me they started walking macho watching over me dominantly while one of them said: psycho! and another one started coughing as in disgust. of course i felt uneasy, because myself i feel it is the matter of basic politeness not to disrupt people in their own homes but tend not to notice them. had been a sponge again, soaked this nasty comment up. nothing will roll off my back these years. so yes, things bother me deeply. i wonder who are these men? i felt if i had said something in protest they would’ve not hesitated to kill me, that sort of men they were - wish i was Scottish so nobody attacked me with impunity. when i think about serbia i think lowlifes, crime, drugs, prostitution, unsanctioned violence, underworld, nothing positive and nothing good except NOVAK DJOKOVIC and some sports. when i think about the united states of america i think betrayal and torture: they sent me to serbia without a chance to bring anything i earned in usa for over ten years and on a top of that they ruined my marriage and i have not seen my child in over 13 years! who is the psycho here?! me? or someone in the united states who enabled these serbian thugs to maltreat me by opening all cans of worms and saying (metaphorically!) – here! that is your guy, your target, whatever! finally, there was no explanation for any of these actions that ruined my ex-life. i am afraid to say many more things that are wrong with serbia, i had dissented a long time ago. bia – its secret service – is fighting hard to prevent serbian Prince to regain throne, probably the last chance for serbia to save itself from a certain ruin. at least, there is an outlet in the shape of this blog where i can dig in everything that bothers me while trying to keep these serbian demons off my back

nasty ass belgurud stories

it’s simply not true that i won’t eat in some belgrade joints for fear that they will poison me there. here is the proof:

even though the cashier did not take the first up slice but picked up the one that was hindered from sight, i still ate it to the last bite; lo and behold, i am still peppy. get a load of that!