Serbia not the mother for me but a piece of shit “homeland”
last minute: tonight around 20:00 PM, as i exited this hellhole's downtown bakery on knez mihailova street that was filled with thousands of tourists and locals i promptly ran into three hair shaved gentlemen that appeared waiting for me right out of some soccer hooligan drug deal gone bad. as i sensed another beating sponsored by the government and as they were trying to communicate among themselves who should start what first i quickly ran by, shot through towards the transit bus # 31 station. as i entered bus and later trying to exit, there were some people who by their actions were in the know how to deal with someone who is shit scared of them, trying to come behind me way too close for comfort and as i tried to move up towards front, those who stood there started pushing and shoving me backwards. they appeared telling what they thought of you, that is me, and you or I needed at least six pairs of eyes to see what each one of them was doing because nobody there was up to no good. you can get kicked, spat at or punched at anytime from several different sides as the transit bus was packed with many standees. serbian government does not allow me to drive as they took my licence away under false accusations that i took police on chase which was a pure nonsense for those who know me so i have to use serbian public transportation which is the instrument of torture the way i see it. these are motherfucking bastards, nothing less.
what’s even more terrible man they teach their kids to hate, today near my home i experienced that contemptuous glance of 13 to 14 year old. that's low. just collected enough energy to make a note about it, it is difficult going through what i am going through and in addition having to think about and write about it at that.
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