Custer reincarnated

just about any of my days in serbia has been million times more dangerous than any of viktor lazic's (serbia's greatest adventurer) projected myths about man-eating experiences in countries where maneaters do not exist in 21^st century.

I feel like reincarnated GA Custer who was bummed out by being thrown in the village of reincarnated Indian hostile tribes where little to none tribesmen can put up a half-decent written paragraph in AE. there’s hardly anyone to talk to around here. Serbian language sounds like Indian gibberish to me.

this is unsustainable. however, once you entered the big village with a number of ignorant lame ass hostiles you cannot bail out without help of some friends. the whole outfit rather. sorry Reno. brotherman. I might had eaten one round by the medicine trail coolie whilst many pinged by.

i can only imagine the plot in some more recent past (video conference call) :

american secret service is asking his serbian peer: what's with this guy ?! (there in his hands floats a picture of me)  

the serbian secret service wiseass does not even answer by spoken words because he speaks no good ol' American English but just laughs it out haughtily (wicked style laugh as seen in cheap mob serials, like - are we gonna lose any more time over it; a piece of cake, call it taken care of and done) giving him a dirty look all the while. the only ability serbian guy has is to appeal with meaningless but undisputable attempt to cooperate silly, nothing else.

the problem is the american guy gets the wrong message and the serbian guy speaks no english besides maybe a couple of sentences; he was already prejudiced by all the wrong codes – he gets no message, right or wrong, whatsoever. mixed signals and terrible miscommunication had set out my destiny in the past as well, i must guess.