Thursday, July 22, 2021

I am in code black in this serbian valley of death … roger that

to be honest it is not me who is trying to escalate these crazy and dangerous ideas, actions, and thoughts; it is someone powerful in serbia who needs to create drama but the things are obviously happening - and thus they call for the reaction

secrecy confers tremendous status upon regular citizens who are trying to maim to become national heroes

I mean my spirit is currently set back in time and I live in america of 1970s now and just for being different I am felt, singled out, and hated to death in Serbia. just out today on my birthday I took three large sips of mineral water at the restaurant near kalenic market and felt like toilet cleansing liquid was mixed inside. I felt burning in my throat. I immediately glanced over towards the waitress who was cuddling up with her boyfriend in the corner and it seemed to me he had a murderous “Che Guevara” grin on his face looking over towards my direction but not directly at me. but do I have to be concerned if I feel that something ant right [at all]? was she made do it? was the waitress (made) an accomplice? she did not feel too shining bright to me? now I feel dizzy and wasted … everything would have been different if she opened a bottle before me … why serbian waiters are coming up with already opened bottles … why they do not open them in front of you or let you do it … what if they have a grudge against you – if you are infamous and everybody knows you? … I do not feel that much trust … it makes you feel anxious and nervous even if everything else is okay, and now it wasn’t with how I felt … in the country where you get only a couple of years for plain murder will they feel any responsibility for poisoning and incapacitating you in some degree? that is only a few weeks of house arrest and a title of national hero if the victim was someone the nation hates. that is if you overcome all obstacles [inclusive of legal ones] so good luck trying to be the sheep winning its case in the land of wolves. it feels like many people in Serbia were given a secret go to go ahead and get me [not just get to me] … just put something heavy in his drink … it will be classified … it feels like that … as the order was given from the tops … gritty reality ... SOMEONE must know something if so many people are involved … sometimes I have facts, sometimes I do not … but haika [another serbian word for it] feels brutal and organized … today I brought the bottle with me and the water or something else is still inside … I will set it on fire and see if it burns, plain water would not keep up the flame if there ant no chemicals in it … I won’t mention the name of the place since this morning I saw the rogue cop who gave me the ticket out of spite few years ago waiting in line in the bakery [probably buying bourek] that belongs to the chain I mentioned last month … it is like giving these people the business when you complain of their [possible] wrongdoings … everything is set to appear upside down in serbia ...

 

Sunday, July 11, 2021

feeling high, trapped, and damaged like popeye doyle and beyond ... kkkkk--krrrrrrrrr ... repair not possible ?

july I2, 202I; belgrade, serbia. when st. sava hospital for treatment of cerebrovascular diseases was placed in the news several days ago, I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen [perhaps to someone's brain] and sure enough super powerful damaging chemicals that were thrown into the car air system were so harsh and harmful that I have been losing mind, they are still active and I can describe them as --kk0--krrrr brain splitting chemicals as if my brain was split into two halves. they taste, smell, and feel like krrr-0rrr-krrr, my throat has been under attack, heart has been teetering, mind altered with intense visual hallucinations and distortions, depersonalization, auditory distortions, altered perception of time and body images, was expecting cardiac and respiratory arrest. the images of st. sava news report do not escape mind. something is go9ng on up there, in my head. it feels huge and metallic. the portion of serbia that does not forgive – though they mixed it up again [on purpose ?] – i shall say R.....t - floor workers as culprits – immense. unprovoked hatred in serbian eyes cannot be hidden - doggones an't no bygones .. assessment of s/s is: appalling and disastrous. pls id effective responses, if p. and I do not kid ... ... ...

 

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

being targeted

woke up early. from the address at 139 vojvode stepe boulevard, 22nd, 23rd, or 24th floor somebody is zeroing in on our house with some powerful light as to promote some tactical support for somebody or just to make us know that we are being targeted, it is pretty scary. you cannot look at the light, it is so powerful, i did send out the lens, but with the naked eye you just cannot ... cannot publish due to positioning and more possible troubles

Monday, June 14, 2021

alas, some folks do not let me trust them, and then some ...

as of late, i suspect there was a public call echoing - do him in, that is why ...

I can confirm that over time spent in Serbia I earned a complete loss of respect. I often overhear: I cannot stand this guy – the words that must have been embedded in the serbian consciousness by the infamous serbian secret agencies [or their almighty retiree chapters], those monstrous services [that were never dismantled after the Cold War was over] that are still sowing the seeds of division, destruction, and extreme hatred inherent from the communist times. to describe, one overwhelming emotion I had while I lived in the United States was hope while here in Serbia that overcoming emotion is fear. Fear of what I can and do come across. my countrymen appear as if notions tangible to the rules of conduct are way too abstract for them – which makes them too dangerous to be around. that is what is bothering. they are entering your privacy [on personal level] and trying to judge and punish you based on rumors they hear.

their acts have been preventing me from starting a new life here. on infamy meter, i do not think there is one local person who would not recognize me in public, i am talking millions of people. sometimes i reckon some of them would even kill me if they had the right chance like with what happened in the ER unit recently when the medical staff [government agents ?] fried me up with the CT scanner machine. today, June 14th 2021, I entered rankovic bakery on maksima gorkog street [nearby kalenic farmers market] and ordered 200 grams of bourek and half a liter of yoghurt. cashier was unable to serve me because her slitting fork was missing, she yelled: Sale, did you get my fork? Sale, the cook, came in with a fork, they did not even wipe it off, and I thought to myself why did he take it in the first place, it was unusual and suspicious. was it because of me? the thought that he had dipped this tool into something that would make my stomach hurt later crossed my mind. what continued my suspicions was Sale’s smile, rather my inability to classify it. I still do not have a clue what he needed a fork for as much as I am clueless how to ballpark his smile after I ate the meal … in other words I am not sure if Sale’s smile was happy - greeting me as a customer or if it was the smile of Col. Muammar Gaddafi’s rebelling opposition and captors when they were about to execute their honcho in agonizing pain [to make a vivid comparison.] I do feel like something quite worrisome is going on in my upper stomach – like a newly opened soar – so I decided to write this up, just to be on the safe side, if the things go down south quickly …