is that HIM again? hated. ignored. molested. by useless, bitchy criminally insane, lazy balkanic bullies

whose license balkan people own for flatlining me?

just days after I vouched that Croatia became my utmost enemy for the worst insults I received in my lifetime from the Croatian person, some Serbs were coming at me vigorously proving that the city of Belgrade has the largest croat fan base around the globe. actually, some time ago I witnessed a postal employee saluting a croat speaking customer by standing up straight and numb in the post office almost in a maze as if the president came in or if she was saluting a flag or a hymn. she was hypnotized, mesmerized and it seemed just for hearing Croatian accent from zagreb. It seems Croats are dominant and popular here in Serbia, in general. it appears as if they practically own Serbia, thru and thru, starting with the music. nice Serbian ladies like Iskra Brajovic date Croats, while Croatian ladies coming to Serbia are, in comparison, rejects pretty much.
that said, at any rate, once every six months i enter dM german store at 114, vojvode stepe blvd., Belgrade, Serbia. as soon as I came in on December 22nd the lynching started there – cashier stood by me with a portable laser price scanner pointing it into my right eye from aside for at least two minutes before I noticed it. as a consequence, thirteen hours later it feels as if my vision has been messed up and eye burns. I moved on to another section and there came one female and one male employee. while standing next to me, female ordered male to bring 'the thing' – referring to the laser price scanner as to a toy (for the harassment). before he returned, I moved on knowing what would happen. I thought, these guys are crazy, they were going to chase me in the store to blind me so I came to the check out at once. there stood another male employee breathing down my neck and cashier who initiated the harassment. after she rang me up she angrily threw the empty basket before I was able to move away which produced a loud bang. I think I was terrorized there – it happened a few hours ago - and I am clueless as to why.

could someone be slandering, saying (I am referring now to the work titled the, Line in the line of Balthus - Balthus to remind you_it is nothing new - that was posted on saatchi.com recently) - "he is pedophile, i am an expert, i saw it on saatchi.com, git me another beer"
i call bullshit on all these rumors and artistic restraints as well as intolerance.
like George Tsoukalos I must say I am not against the Serbian society but I am against the Serbian population whose sick harassment and molestation i have been experiencing throughout Serbia. of course, not everyone has been involved, but many serbian citizens are going after me. one will ask why do not I leave; and it must be some strange loving and hating relationship on my part, it is very hard to describe. it is as if I was born here, but I find myself to be the worst enemy of some people living around. pussies and douchebags wanna make you cringe. they do stuff to make you feel uncomfortable. nd they have nothing to lose.
I say not everybody, but it feels as if there are hundreds of thousands of them. i call them serbian ustashas now. i connected the new wave of harassment with anticroatian things i have said publicly. serbian ustasas must be supporting croatia and they are all over the place, from top political figures to dm store employees. in addition, there is a store video as proof, one must ask for it. the persecution has been on - like the last night when I was on the rear platform of the bus #31 riding one stop from slavija square to karadjordjev park. fifteen seconds after the ride started, the driver who saw me in his rearview mirror activated some powerful air jet stream 30 cm away from my head that was blowing stuff in the upper compartment of the rear door that I was holding on to. the whooshing noise went on for about 45 seconds and I was thinking to move away, but then again it was only one stop. no sooner than later I realized that I breathed in all kind of dust particles that blocked my lung for the entire day today and my throat as well. it feels as if hundred of small needles are stuck in it. it was entirely on purpose and it was at about 21 hours. in the end, when you are exposed in the country where everyone knows you and where many want and do you harm, then your health, mission, and purpose do not come first and foremost. period. due to the manipulated story of my cause célèbre my infamous popularity grows - i am more known now than some serbian historical figures from the past - but i am not living off of it. it does me no good. they are poor in their hatred which makes everybody poor including me.

DEATH THREAT FROM MARINKO SUDAC

on december 14th, 2018, I received a phone call from marinko sudac, croatian art collector, and received clear death threats from him that almost gave me a heart attack. i have been feeling very ill ever since then. he clearly said

I WILL FUCK YOUR DEAD SERBIAN MOTHER IN HER GRAVE AND I WILL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF YOU PIECE OF SHIT IF YOU DO NOT ERASE A MENTION OF MY NAME FROM YOUR BLOG IN FIVE MINUTES. SEE WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DO NOT DO IT NOW

so marinko, why do you want to kill me?
what did i do to you beside mentioning your name? FYI, YOUR NAME WAS ALL OVER THE SERBIAN MEDIA two weeks ago in the same context. you mixed up some things and mamas.
has ivan mitic (the owner of arte gallery who allegedly falsely represents himself as a doctor) given you my number and suggested you kill me?
how many avant-garde works from your collection will you give ivan mitic to find the executors for you?
watch out now, what you sow may be what you will get.
the kill definitely comes around

disclaimer: i have published this post for my own safety just in case anything happens to me for i have been warned that a highly dangerous and shady individual with undeniable assets and alleged criminal connections is on its way to targeting me. regional FBI legat fot the Balkans should have been warned.

DEATH THREATS KEEP COMING

they are bound on giving me heart attack. another call from the individual i find potentially highly disturbing. this is it. it seems to me that switzerland as a country sucks too. 

in serbian, but read below if you do not understand

ne znam da li smem da opsujem ali jebem ti takve kolekcionare koji prete smrcu I psuju mrtvu srpsku majku u grobu. mislim na marinka sudca hrvatskog kolekcionara cijoj majci, ruzi hrvatskoj zelim sve bas sve najbolje. ali razmisljam i o tome koga je napujdao na mene i tu mi prvo dodje u misli osoba koja kako sam cuo voli da se lazno predstavlja kao doktor a vlasnik je galerije arte u beogradu i suvlasnik galerije thalberg u cirihu. ne preostaje mi nista drugo nego da se zalim svajcarskim vlastima da neko proveri zasto su i od koga proistekle pretnje. ovo nije sada zezanje srbi braco moja i zemljaci.

Ljubi ga majka.

Un Szerb clicking and baiting, from minute: 12:40 Click on the link above and read my following question. Why do not I own millions of $$$ like Novak Djokovic with respect to my untested infamy around the GLObe?! It is popularity, only vice versa. I'd like some security too to feel more secure than Im.

Zisska & Lacher = whoever cooked it is trying to involve me a-holes

i do not want to die. but i do not want to be spat at either.

these photos feature serbian spit photographed in my yard when someone from the street spat into it today. 
 

these photos are  the proof of targeting and provocation which are the reasons i do not drink even plain water at the serbian coffee shops or restaurants anymore because I do not know who works there and why do unknown serbs persecute me in various ways. there is a fear I may come across serbian waiters who are quasi nationalists doing harm under the aegis of quasi nationalist parties and movements that are openly promoting attacks against the selected targets. you never can tell who is serving you in serbia, a land full of controversies. and poisoning was all over serbian history as if this nation was prone to it in the past, for example, for starters read how prince milos ended life of his great supporter, admirer and friend - toma vucic perisic. and surprisingly, can you guess, one of the major city roads, prince milos street was not named after william shakespeare - but prince milos.

why is this persecution intensifying now and all of a sudden? Ive got a few thoughts.

i have acquired a feeling that recently I came under scrutiny of the serbian public for allegedly blowing a whistle and thus exposing serbian art historian Nikola Kusovac as well as local individuals accused for consigning fake zenith artworks with Zisska and Lacher German auction house. you can just witness and feel how the animosity and doubt are at rise. i believe that someone has told either Nikola Kusovac or serbian lawyers that i informed M.S.. so here comes another wave of serbian public outcry, and this time they may try to lynch me again. or someone is simply raising up a smoke by slandering me. i am afraid as the truth is not out there. at any rate, it is my ass. im targeted as the traitor again! Jewish community in Serbia should know that I did not do it. yes I can say Jewish - because after few talks yesterday and today I found out that everyone knows who has been involved, there is nothing to hide. M.S., Croatian art collector who alarmed Zisska and Lacher, should come forth and openly say who had let him know. I know who did, but it was not me. somehow i overheard a person, M.'s friend, that said he was going to do it but i was not able to influence that person in any way, neither i was able to stop him nor advise him one way or the other. in other words, i do not have anything to do with any of it and i do not even know m. s., never spoken to him in my lifetime. in other words, i was not involved in it one bit, period. so why do i have to feel like i did snitch on someone around belgrade, around serbia? like i did something, and someone is falsely blaming me. i am paying for it just like i did. like the warriors in the movie the warriors. serbs (i wish i could exclude Jewish community?) now want a piece of me. on the other hand, my art connections are power, i know a lot of things that go down locally - but without video surveillance i can not pin point which one out of hundreds of thousands of serbs spat into my yard. that is a paradox. almost all neighbors got cameras and i do not want to ask them for this favor. i'd like to post those serbs here spitting as video, perhaps some next time. until then, someone is slandering me and Nikola Kusovac must have been thinking it was me who ratted out to S.. my life is in danger. various Serbs, serbs of all colors and kinds are after me. Serbian national pride is at issue. and i am afraid of the serbs and their satraps.

traitor. traitor. they yell out in their minds. out of respect for Nikola Kusovac I would not have done it, and I always think about Mossad before opposing any Jews at any time (i do not know if the guy who spoke to S. knew the consignor was Jewish), so this spitting thing must stop. IT WAS NOT ME! or if it does not stop, I will get to the bottom of this problem like I am doing now. NISAM JA, GOVNARI JEDNI PRIMITIVNI BEOGRADSKI.

living in fear in serbia while screaming out loud

I write about my fears herewith although someone – at the level of PR political language when important foreign people become interested in what is going on – is constantly downplaying them and making fun out of my concerns which makes me look like nutcase and my experience a frivolous one. in order to disapprove my dissenters, I would need to wear a go pro camera just like American police officers do so there are no more serbian lies about it. someone here constantly incites serbs into action against me and someone here is trying to make me the enemy of the serbian nation. i really do not understand the reasons behind it. and so what is going on? this evening i was spat at twice by two different individuals at the novopazarska street in belgrade. the first one was cab driver (driving newer mercedes benz with 5 digits license plates followed by letters TX). this individual looked either like mob member or secret service officer (not much difference between these two in serbia; undercover secret service sometimes use cabs as a facade for business). i think his provocation was made to tick me off or make me wonder; at any rate i felt that he was well armed and impatient to use his weapons because of the nonchalant demeanor that he was sporting. can you imagine - how easy it is to spit at unknown person on serbian street at night. yep, it is if you got the go-ahead and you are prepared with a back-up, otherwise it is a death call. i did not react cos i knew these guys were not bluffing, they were waiting for my reaction to slay me. it all happened between 21 and 22 PM. I think this person went to eat at either mara’s (14, Novopazarska) or cose (36, novopazarska). I concluded promptly that i would not get any satisfaction by putting his license plates down and publishing it here as I already have enough enemies in Serbia. 15 minutes later when I was returning down the same street a guy came by who talked shit trying to provoke me through a highlighted verbal context saying it loudly when he was passing by, but this was something that only made me more alert. ten seconds later I was confronted by another goon lookalike (or the secret security guy, they look pretty much the same) who claimed the ownership of the entire sidewalk while stepping back into my path as if to target me while mock adjusting his jacket and holster; when I tried to slide by he then spat. next thing i know, couple of minutes later there is a bus driver taking two thirds of the road, swirling into my lane on purpose and escaping it in the last second. these provocations made me write this post. now I am sorry for not putting down the cab driver’s license plate number and regarding bus driver or bus description the only thing that i can say with certainty is that it was the line 25 or line 26 going towards karaburma at approximately 10PM. serbs know but do not admit that they all know me and that they were incited to harm me and some of them are really trying to. on the other side, I do not know any one of those individuals. my only hope is God’s intervention and judgement to annihilate all those that do unreasonable harm. I believe this kind of public situation in this sort of shape never happened to any individual on the planet earth until now. in my opinion either the serbian government is completely powerless or it is bringing madness upon me. in the first case I call upon the united states to protect me as it, or at least the “Yugoslavs” that live in it, created this mess that I am in. 
please help.
update on december 6th 2018:

this is what I found out this morning on my windshield. can you guess what it is? a present from last night.

as I was locking up my car last night the said cab driver was passing by at low speed looking for a place to park and when he saw me excelling in brand new boutique jeans he shook his head off in disbelief; his later spitting reaction when we met on the street felt like pure authorized jealousy.

the united states should make serbia liable; for every spit and disturbance of any kind I should receive damages in the amount of $10k per event. the spit should be tested for dna so it excludes me.