SERBIAN PUBLIC ENEMY NO.1

CANNOT FIX EVIL

I probably won’t be utilizing Serbian public transportation in Belgrade again without wearing a surgical mask. it is the only way to avoid contamination from semiasbestos particles as drivers are continuing to intentionally burn brakes – speeding and then braking like crazy without a good reason – when I am aboard. It happened today and it happens almost every day. Ive been in so many situations like these that I am scared for my well being.

Wonder what would happen if I – turn the tables and start calling serbs traitors? Cause many here betrayed me. I did not do anything to anyone of them and they do not allow me to continue on with my life. What a bunch of God-damned bastards some of them are. I understand the guy who was after my property, who works for the secret agencies and who wanted to tag me in order to mess up my life and I understand jealousy on the part of the vast number of Serbian population especially when they see me with few more grocery bags than they would like. But I do not understand what I need to do now. I am on the verge of telling my child not to come to Serbia to visit me – for I will never go back to the states again in this lifetime – cos I do not feel safe in Serbia and when I do not feel safe I do not want anyone whom I respect to see me in this limelight – where everything they could witness is someone spitting at me, snarling at me, me looking around for aggressive individuals, me spotting anomalies in human behavior which sometimes takes all my attention away, etc. where they could be endangered as well. This is the sole reason I am not looking for the soul mate cause serbs do not allow it by their actions. I am isolated and isolating myself for fear of endangering those that may be my life partners. it is not the question anymore of being a patriot in this country – it is an issue of surviving the Serbian betrayal - this scum that does not allow me to continue on with my life.

SERBIAN SPIT GOES A LONG WAY

it is not matter whether is going to happen but when is it going to happen. It is actually happening everyday - something bad goes on in my life in Serbia and vigilance does not matter as there are so many attackers.

March 8^th 2017: as if devil had planned it, I decided to try Serbian delicacy aka burek at Trpkovic bakery on Slavija Square in belgrade. After standing in line and placing an order I was holding a plate in hands and the wall mounted desk where I was about to eat while standing was overcrowded; there was a guy whose rucksack was hanging off his body in the fashion that took one empty eating space where I could fit. I politely asked him to move the rucksack back towards him to what he turned facing me – he promptly began mouthing off and spitting over my plate of burek. He wanted to seem polite as well but his spitting was intentional as he was all over my plate talking unnecessary shit and bursting saliva from his mouth. if I was not so known in this city I would have thought it was some nutjob, but Im pretty sure this was done on purpose – he knew who i was like everyone else in this damned city. no I did not want to push myself in there and I started eating behind him while standing. when he soon finished his meal he turned towards me and trying to act all polite again started talking over my plate while his spit was sprinkling all over my meal. I tried to move the upper crust away and save it for my bullterrier – but no! not even my bullterrier deserved that - he licks me and he is my best buddy. I ate something more but without appetite (could have eaten his spit nevertheless as it sprinkled all over the plate)  and then I left leftovers in the plate feeling sorry that I did not return the entire plate to the personnel at once asking them to get me another plate. There is an art picker in Belgrade who was recently diagnosed with liver cirosis from licking his fingers while breezing through old books – he never drank. It is either that or from kissing old ladies – spit was the cause at any rate. Plus - this is Serbia for Goodness sake - the serbs cannot wait for another chance to present me as crazy and weird so it is not easy to complain about anything. next thing I know, I went to pharmacy and spent ten bucks on parondotax (see image of receipt enclosed herewith) to wash off the weird feeling from my mouth.

many here act as if surprised that i have been super-watchful which i highlight again does not help - i ate the food that was spat at - only several hours later i became super positive that i had to throw it away or ask for another plate
in 13 yrs of my time here, 50-60% of them were showing me their ugly face and why would i expect anything better as the fact with whom i am dealing with proves itself day after day

PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION COMPANY BELGRADE

it is almost impossible to believe what kind of scum works for the City of Belgrade's public transportation company. i am suffering from chest pains because many drivers - now that i have written about it publicly -  are purposely releasing clouds of dust as i am entering their vehicles. they are pressing on the brakes like crazy and whatnot - releasing all kinds of micro & semi-asbestos pollutants into the air - knowing full well noone will be able to make them accountable. they make the cosa nostra and ndrangheta look like choirboys. I say shame on Serbia! I cry crime on humanity! Its their actions against my vigilance and the action wins! I'll be dead because of them following the latency period.