WHY AM I AFRAID OF BEING IN SERBIA

after a long stay in the united states out of blue I was arrested by the unknown people and was forced to spend less than a year in private FBI facility in Albert Pike county, PA, that is located 3 - 4 hour drive away from any visible landmark of civilization. before the arrest they showed a photo of someone asking if that was me. the photographed person looked very much like me but I never had a sweater the person in the photo was wearing. I do not know why but I naively said it was me because the facial similarity was unbelievable. for the moment I myself thought it could not be anyone else but me, I was not giving it a second thought. following my arrest, I was never talked to by my captors other than guards, was never charged with anything, and I never saw any judge during the entire time I was confined there. I know this sounds unbelievable but it is true. my family was ruined by those actions and there is not anything more precious than having a family. MY FEELING HAS BEEN THAT MY APPREHENSION AND CUSTODY WAS DONE PER REQUEST OF THE SERBIAN GOVERNMENT. I cannot explain it in any other way. right before serbian prime minister was assassinated I was forced to come to serbia, two American agents were escorting me and my hands were tied. as they left me in Belgrade they ran across the airfield apparently into the plane as if they were not subjected to any passport control.

soon after the assassination of prime minister, I saw a person with glasses in black and white photo robot (the one that is available on internet now from what i recall appears different) who was described by the newspapers and media as the killer or the person of interest and then i assumed the individual may have looked something like me and there's something to it. due to everything strange that happened to me in prior months (false imprisonment, broken off family, fully unclear whether it was private or governmental detention, prevented to communicate) i thought that i could had been set up as a patsy. the fear of being killed on the spot instilled in me as the chase for the prime minister killers was underway and various people were killed over a period of months and years inclusive of a number of witnesses - according to publicly available articles. i avoided everyone. it is hard to think this was less than a coincidence. what i recently realized the serbian event could had been a set up for another lee harvey oswald scenario according to various mythbusters such as the jesse the governor ventura. my imagination, if and what if, has been my everlasting adversary although im not saying that i do not have a firm grip on reality that often influences imagination though. when citizens of serbia do not want to leave you alone it is hard as you also have to cope and find out why. okay.

then for several years in comparison to what goes on today, my living was close to normalcy until I became fed up with situation wherein I did not see my child for years. I demonstrated for days in front of the American embassy in Belgrade and all of a sudden all hell broke loose. I was harassed in public wherever I went to. it was about that time that someone came up with a traitor slur so the serbs could hate me more. following this i had numerous hostile encounters (much more than a 1000 times) with various and usually unknown individuals all over serbia. they (apparently?) all knew who i was as their only goal was to provoke by noise, actions, etc. who were these people? there is a word that constantly revolves around my head describing all those who are messing with my chastity, valiance and innocence. motherfuckers!

then years later the first hostile person from the 'neighborhood' (someone you can trace) that came along spitting like the devil whenever coming across was a public figure and a neighbor vojkan Milosevic. I asked myself why. when you spit vigorously whenever coming across someone so this becomes a regular routine and i mean vigorously for up to half a minute so you can attract attention and leave the other person wondering as to why, you are not leaving a very good calling card as to your intentions toward someone. several times he was approaching and his spitting session would start when he was about thirty yards away and i was the only one around in his sight, and he would not stop until coming very close or after passing by. I overheard that he was often going to America to collect donations from rich American serbs. I asked myself if his strange behavior was somehow linked to my American stay. so far i tried to stay away from his path. occasionally while trying to figure out who he was, I saw him in public youtube videos appearing with milorad maric (a controversial tv presenter)  as a guest, acting up, appearing as the most powerful individual in the world, the Russian Maltesian Knights’ leader. this totally unnerved me – why would someone bragging to be linked to the secret society that can, at their mere will, kill anyone - have anything to do with me. it was not almost as if his repeated spitting actions deemed personal. why?

today, on march 30th 2018, on my way to the post office I stopped my car by the waste containers to throw garbage that was in the trunk, as I was about to exit I saw mr. milosevic kneeling there, two yards away from my window, staring at me with a killer look in his eyes, two ladies and some kids were by as he was fixating at me as if he was going to kill me on the spot. this encounter definitely was a coincidence although you probably know what it means when someone stares down you fixedly. it is not only asking for trouble but it is also sending unmixed messages. this guy was staring down with a firmly fixated look on me without blinking. I am not kidding. I looked to the right to give the situation a break hoping that he will go about his business and as I turned back he was still fixing at me like a large snake ignoring my privacy all along. I decided not to throw my trash and I did not exit. I went on in disdain. I had been worrying ever since I came into this bloody country against my will and even more so as of this afternoon. serbs keep triggering me by adding insult to injury. writing what bothers me seems like my only resort. something has not been right in my life since 2002. GW Bush’ time. trying to say to the world that the joke is over, I have never felt safe in serbia since i was returned here. and I tried to explain why.  

FRESHLY TARGETED BY THE SERBIAN SYSTEM

today, march 29^th 2018, I was summoned asap to the serbian version of NSA agency (called BIA) on some trumped up, entirely bogus criminal charges (threatened with up to 3 years imprisonment) trying to accuse me of spying as I made two photographs of some construction site at the nearby property at Banjica location, Belgrade. I felt as if they were trying to make something out of nothing, to construct the case out of thin air as if this was 1979, the year of cold war when spies were still using hand-held cameras. i was on the public street and had no idea that taking photographs was a no no as there were no immediate warning signs or even any kind of privacy fencing there. no security staff was in the vicinity either but it must be that the site workers reported my license plates. i made cell phone photographs for personal usage entirely as this building’s basement seemed a little unusual and I wanted to investigate why for my own prospective construction projects. although there are thousands of open construction sites throughout city of belgrade who would had thought that this one was the forbidden one? during interrogation I felt as if everything was being jazzed up a notch, as if they tried to implicate me into something bigger by asking "who sent me there", and of course their construct leads to a green light for tapping of my telephone conversations, my internet and it can also lead to an overall surveillance – and while talking about it, at one instance, I noticed three individuals (2 + 1) that were obviously following me around town today, they were on foot, and my cell battery has been draining like crazy in the last few days as well. in addition, the BIA summoned me today by calling my cell phone – and at first I thought that someone was joking with me. as I was interrogated by two BIA agents I was scared, I felt terrible as if some foreign government authority was involved in it, and I felt as if their system was completely overrun by hostile foreign elements, as if I was not the citizen of serbia. they were not super polite, they were not very polite either, i felt nervous. the ordeal did not make much sense to me. 

as I went to BIA center at Banjica to become interrogated I was searched at the entrance and they had tried to take physical custody of my keys, my wallet, and my cell phone until I invoked the right to have the assistance of counsel. I stayed in there for around half an hour as I was interrogated by ‘the good’ BIA agent and ‘the bad’ BIA agent who wanted to know who sent me there to photograph. this ordeal made me lose my daily dignity. as I exited my eyes hurt as if I was sprayed by a laser beam or as if I was exposed to a laser beam while there. I did not pay attention in semi darkness where they brought me in if there were some lasers or other suspicious lights around, although this place, the BIA center, is  huge with many windows, it could have been set up anywhere even in guards boot behind the windows that appear as reflective mirrors on the outside. or it could be that laser was entering through the room window as i was positioned awkwardly to face it where i had no control of what was happening outside. not to mention that several years ago Dragan Malesevic Tapi, an alleged 33rd degree Free Mason was suffocated during an alleged similar type of LEA interrogation in the "dark room". with those thoughts,  having written about BIA earlier (in this private diary blog) their story (the two photographs thing) seemed like a complete set up from the get go as indeed some old revenge (of the Serbian system or some powerful individual) was taking place for real. of course, per their request i went ahead and erased both photographs in front of them. other than the laser suspicions, I wonder why I was actually summoned there as if they were testing my vitality. it sort of leaves you with a bitter taste of wondering why. other than putting up new artwork of mine “la cosa nostra” at the saatchi.com JUST YESTERDAY that you can check out here: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Sculpture-messaggi-nascosti/1900/4166239/view I have no other ideas. perhaps the ingraining of this fearification could have been performed on the collegial request of the neighbor who started the spitting thing (that was written much about earlier) in the city of Belgrade, the director of the anti-terrorist institute and an alleged Maltesian Knight. in that regard, im/i was expecting some bigger things to happen on that part in timely fashion. at least a skripal like. today I did not feel right entering in there. my eyes hurt. laser? if it is yes, they wanted to take my eyes out. did rinse them with physio solution this evening but they still burn a lot and my vision is blury. I wonder what’s up next.

goatfucking paradise

Im deeply convinced that American idea of serbia has been a wasteful darkness, a land similar to scenery in mad max II with a bunch of stupid and evil goatfuckers floating around. I am also deeply certain that, eureka, some high powered americans had realized that I was too smart for one goat fucker as almost a phenomenon and then the idea of exposing me by returning me back to serbia must have been to thus punish and help me at the same time by illuminating a rather new serbian leader for the herd of goatfuckers; it just backfired on me. naturally, American ignorance costed me a peace of mind. Serbs may be evil and tribal, and with full disappointment I constantly find they are, but serbia is far cry from your goatfucking paradise. the serbian brouhaha to my exposure could only be compared to skinning one alive. relatedly, there was not a bank office that has not been overly transparent to me in serbia. my advice to you - if you want the entire prying city of belgrade to know what you are doing with a bit of your money – go to serbian franchise of Banca Intesa at 69, Ustanicka Street in Belgrade, Serbia. they will sort it out for you.