I was born in a middle-class family, my father was an electrician with high school (8+3+2), and my mother was a cleaner (with elementary school). Once when I asked my father if he was a communist, he replied: I was when I was young but I saw too late that they were thieves and got away from them. My father had an individual life, he did not interfere in community activities. My family could go on vacation every year if we wanted, but we chose to buy a 250cc motorcycle and build a house in the country. My father loved motorcycles and so did my brother and me.
Until 1992, I bought every auto-moto magazine in the old Yugoslavia and knew everything about engines and cars. After that, I saw that we became poor due to the war and sanctions, so I stopped being interested in something I couldn't have. Because of the war, I also stopped going to school, I went to school formally, just to get a diploma at the end.
It is characteristic that my parents made bricks themselves when they were young and then after many years they started building a house in the countryside. We worked as a family, so to speak, and paid only two professional masons. Completely different than in consumerism where people pay or take a loan from the bank and get everything on a plate. My father knew how to fix everything and my brother also learned from him so that he also knows how to fix cars, motorbikes, electricity, household appliances... My mother started living with my father when she was 14 years old, he was 10 years old older than her. Even today, people in villages get married early, which is quite different than in big cities or in the West. She worked since childhood on the land, later a housewife plus a cleaner in a factory, so she worked all day. As far as I am concerned, the washing machine has helped women a lot. They are usually families of 4, so that's a lot of washing.
On the weekend we went to the village to help grandma and grandpa in the fields so my parents worked 5 days in the factory plus on the weekend in the fields, except during the winter. As a child, I helped as much as I could, I was not obliged to work. I can conclude that under socialism people worked a lot even though capitalist crooks spread misinformation that workers were lazy under socialism. Under socialism, women could have the same position in society as men, but patriarchal relations were maintained in the home. It was the same in my family: grandmother and mother worked more than grandfather and father. Women are taught from a young age that "it is their duty" to: clean, wash, take care of children... so it is logical that they work much more than men. But on the other hand, patriarchal women are not ready to accept a man as a man if he does "women's work". At first they are surprised and won't let you do women's work, and if you insist on cleaning up after yourself, they will let you go but they will be surprised that you do it. Of course, there are women who will abuse it, but it is difficult to find a woman who will realize gender equality.
I always had problems with discipline at school. In primary school, the communist teacher (with faith in discipline, although discipline is a feature of patriarchy and not only communist dictatorship) beat us on the thighs with a wooden meter, but nothing can stop the rebellious nature of the youth. In high school, I was always suspended from school for indiscipline within the first two months. The professors, with the mentality of the aforementioned discipline, often kicked me out of classes because of my style of dressing, because of my punk hairstyle, and every time they wrote that I didn't come to class. Once I drew two punks fighting on a Serbian written assignment (I was bored with the topic and I didn't know what to write so I drew) so the professors interpreted it as my threat to the Serbian professor and they discussed my expulsion from school. The pedagogue told me that she had to talk to me and what do I know what she did after that, but I was not kicked out of the school. They knew I could study well, so that probably prevailed. It was a time of war which caused many problems. There was no heating in the school and after the first three classes I usually went home instead of sitting there that long. My school also didn't protest many times when other schools did so it irritated me but I didn't have money to go to school in another city.
My small town also didn't have some sports opportunities like the town next to us. I was not interested in football, basketball, handball, judo and karate. Smederevska Palanka had boxing, kickboxing, and athletics club, and I was much more interested in athletics than running after the ball like an idiot. I played basketball all day after school and came first in the school cross country (one kilometer) from the age of 12 to 18. For six years I was the first to arrive, and twice we ran with the older generation. Our pro always told us about cross country only 5-7 days before the cross country, so I always prepared very briefly. Others had been training soccer for years but couldn't run better than me even though I had only been preparing for a few days. But without an athletics club, it is not possible to develop any talent that exists. In small towns, life is boring and young people often train during the day and smoke cigars or joints or get drunk in the evening. It creates a counter effect in the body, instead of proteins and egg whites, the cells get nicotine and alcohol. I also remember that before the war there were only 10 hippies using heroin, while after the war the use of all drugs became massively popular. Vutra is used by 70 percent of the youth, heroin by about 10%, and alcohol by all. We have become like the West. During socialism, only alcohol was widely used, and many people know how to make their own brandy, so they don't have to buy it. That's the society I grew up in. It was a stable society with a normal life until the breakup of Yugoslavia. Disintegration brought us war, inflation, poverty and capitalism (consumerism, drugs, privatization, former communists became new capitalists, etc.).
There were a lot of kids around the same age in my building so we grew up together. I listened to rock music next to my brother who is 6 years older, when I was 12 I started listening to speed metal and when I was 13 I started listening to punk. I attended rehearsals of local bands and went to concerts. I started going out in the city every night at the age of 12 and my friends were about 4 years older. I got drunk for the first time when I was 12 and I drank 4 liters of beer and I never managed to drink more than that. Like all young people, I played loud music every day and many of my friends had parties at my apartment (birthdays, etc.), so I can say that my parents, as well as my neighbors, had a lot of tolerance. I lived on the 4th floor and had neighbors below, above and to the side. But in small towns, people don't cause problems for each other like in big cities. In Belgrade, neighbors are always in conflict and call the cops when someone makes noise. Such a thing is impossible in a small town where people are much better connected. But of course, small towns have their drawbacks: people interfere too much in the lives of others and the control of the individual by the community is much greater than in big cities. So it's harder to be different in a small town than in Belgrade. And I was different.
There are people who hate me and there are people who respect me, I don't know anyone who has an average opinion of me. Usually the ones who always fit in, they don't adore me because I don't fit in like them. But I don't think anyone can say that I'm a bad person. In the army, I did not mistreat new soldiers, in detention I did not strum new detainees, and in other situations I never made fun of myself. A boy in high school once came to me and asked me to defend him from some strumming, which I did. Usually, people from the countryside who come to school in the city are bullied, it's some stupid rivalry mentality that exists. I never fought with those weaker than me or with younger people, but when I fought it was with stronger and older ones, that's why some people thought that I was practicing boxing or something like that and that I was the strongest in school. Of course, I don't think I'm stronger, today I can win but tomorrow I can lose, it depends on the moment and reflexes. I don't recognize any awards and I don't idealize people who win in martial arts. If someone is a champion, it means nothing more to me than that he trains and is more experienced in fighting than others, but he is certainly not the strongest. But who is really the champion? According to me, there are many people from the countryside who are very strong by nature, but they don't fight in the city and no one knows about them. People being people, they exaggerate and make up stories about those who fight every day around town or train some martial arts.
Because of the war and inflation, I already wanted to leave Serbia at the age of 16, but my relatives who work abroad did not want to help. I even served in the army for a whole year, which is one of the worst periods of my life, just to get a passport and run away somewhere. But Europe imposed visas on us and my relatives did not want to send a guarantee letter. My relatives are people from the countryside, and after 20-30 years in the West, they became like Westerners. In the West, it is quite normal for people not to help each other. That's how I stayed in Serbia, without perspective and future and without the will to live. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to get a job. I worked for 6 months in Goši Montage and ran away from there. I had to get up at 5 in the morning and travel 50km to work at the ash pit of the Kostolac power plant where I helped transport and cut pipes. I've been breathing ash all my life, so I believe my lungs have turned black even though I've never smoked in my life. Even my education was mechanical technician (drawing the parts that workers need to make on the machine) but I got a job as a locksmith fitter for 70 euros a month. Anyway, it was one of the worst experiences of my life so I quit my job. I didn't see my future there, especially not next to the workers who talk every day about how the director steals their wages, but when they went on strike, the director quickly broke the strike, with the help of a sold-out union representative. That's how I felt on my own skin what the situation is like in the factories in Serbia, and that experience showed me how much the workers have no will to fight for themselves and how sold out the trade unionists are. I was late for the entrance exam, so I prepared for the next one, in July 1997. In August 1997, my father died of a pancreatic tumor, and that shook me a lot. I was young and I believed in doctors. I knew that my father had been seeing doctors for about 2 years, but I thought that they would help him if he had a problem. After all, he had given blood over 30 times in his life and very rarely went to the doctor, so I thought they would take care of him. I didn't think anything serious could happen. But later I realized how wrong I was, doctors fell morally with the drop in standards, they didn't care about patients anymore. My father could have stayed alive if he had been sent for a scan in time. Later it was too late and we only discovered that he had a tumor when his gallbladder burst, so my brother took him to the hospital. During the operation, they saw that he had a tumor and that he would live for a few more months. Even in the hospital after the operation, in Smederevska Palanka, one doctor told him that he had to leave the hospital because they needed a bed for someone else, even though he hadn't recovered yet, so my father literally had to go out and ask the bus driver to brings him to Velika Plana for free. We had a car, but no one knew that he would be kicked out of the hospital. That's how I understood the situation in the healthcare system of Serbia and why people sometimes shoot Kalashnikovs at hospital workers. The more money you have, the more they care about you. Fucking capitalism! That's why, when the police searched our apartment that year, because a rat galvanized me for something stupid, I told my parents that I didn't want to end up like they did because of their honest life. The poor are dying of diseases caused by poverty and nobody cares. The whole system, the state, exists to ensure the privileges of the government and the rich, whether they are called capitalists or communists, it doesn't matter. In August 1997, my father died.
I enrolled at the Faculty of Law in July 1997 and on September 1 I moved to Belgrade. I sold postcards on the street for a month, I knew where I could buy in bulk, cheap, and the cops didn't chase the postcard sellers. When the semester started, I stopped working so I could attend lessons. I lived on a turnpike in Karaburma for the first semester, but after that I ran out of money because I had to pay a lawyer because of the aforementioned case. So I returned to Velika Plana and hitchhiked to Belgrade every day to attend lessons and practice. At that time, I didn't know about the cheap bus from the auto command to the toll booth in Bubanj Potok, but I went towards Avala by public transport and hitchhiked from there to the toll booth. I spent about 3 hours every day just traveling, but I still passed two exams in the first exam period, June 1998: Roman Law and General Legal History. Roman Rpavo is considered the most difficult subject in the first year. I was acquitted in court because the rat changed his statement, but when I had to collect the costs for the lawyer, the court did not immediately pay me the money, but they waited for the dinar to devalue by 50% and paid me one day after that. So instead of 300 euros, I got 150 euros. Perverts. Anyway, at that time, in the fall of 1998, I sold the apartment and paid for the German language course in Basel as well as the student room. I wanted to study law there, so it is necessary to learn the language first. Switzerland is known as neutral, without wars and with a good standard of living. I was happy to finally get away from a place where there is no future. Even if I graduated from university in Belgrade, I wouldn't be able to find a job because I don't have a relationship like other people have. My father died and he still knew people who had a position and could give work, my mother had no connection because she worked as a cleaner, and all my relatives live in the countryside or abroad (Salzburg, Basel, Paris, etc.) so that they also do not have a job connection in the cities. It was lucky that I got a visa in March 1999, just two weeks before NATO started bombing Serbia. But even though I was out of the country, it was not easy for me because for 3 weeks I could not get a phone connection to Serbia to see if my mother was alive. Besides, I had problems in Switzerland from the beginning. The head of the dormitory coldly tore up and threw away my 1650 Swiss check because I didn't call him on the phone and gave the room to another person. So I had to sleep for 2 weeks with some people from Serbia, then in a place for the homeless, and then I got a room with the priest who owns the student dormitory. After that I finally got a room to myself but I had to pay for it. For over a year I had trouble with the banks to get my money back because he ripped my check. The Swiss bank did not want to give me information under the pretext that I am a private person, he did not want to go to the bank to get information as the head of the student dormitory, after that the Swiss bank (UBS) told me that the bank in Serbia should return my money but The commercial bank in Serbia claimed that the bank in Basel should return the money to me. After a year, I got my money back, from Komercijalna banka after I paid with them, but first I had to warn their legal department with a lawsuit in court. What to say? Let's rob the crooks! They are dirty and should be out of money. But the important thing is that I understood the extent of racism in Switzerland, especially towards Yugoslavs. The head of the dormitory would never tear up a check from a German or a Swiss. The German language teacher talked every day against Yugoslavia at the time and I agreed with him on many things because I was against Milosevic. Later I realized that they will never talk about what is bad in their country (for example, banks hide and launder the money of the mafia and dictators), patriotism is simply harmful to society. They can't change their society for the better if they hide the problems under the carpet, but when they got fat salaries for themselves, they don't care to change anything. The same as people during Tito's time in Yugoslavia. If people get good money every month, the government can do whatever they want: launder money, repress people, etc. I also saw that the Swiss have no friends, their acquaintances are plastic and formal, they grew up alone and are not happy, even if they are rich, they are extremely selfish. The suicide rate there is higher than in other countries because they don't have a social life. Their life is only money. I even wrote a seminar paper at the Faculty of Law in Belgrade about the Swiss legal system and their legal history, but I did not know that they are so stupid products of capitalism, limited in the head with patriotism. At that time I saw myself as a nationalist (I was never a patriot, I never loved the government and the state) but in the sense that I love the people I grew up with, I did not consider nationalism to be blind support for the authorities. I first realized that nationalism is a bad thing when I saw that Western nationalism and when the priest there told me that he knew a Serbian priest who was not a nationalist. Then I thought for two days what is wrong if someone is a nationalist and I realized that nationalists are tools in the hands of politicians to create wars and kill people. For example, Serbian nationalists killed Albanians, and Albanian nationalists killed Serbs. Without nationalism and patriotism, there would be no hatred and no war. The state, politicians, they need nationalism and patriotism, and that's why children are taught from a young age to love the state and to sing patriotic songs, and the media is there to help the ruling class.
Because of the NATO bombing of Yugoslavia and because my visa expired after 3 months of the language course, I had to seek asylum in Basel. I spent three weeks in the refugee reception center and there every day I helped people go to the doctor because I knew the city. Even though I didn't finish all the language classes, the authorities didn't want to give me a room in Basel, but they sent me to the small town of La Chaux de Fond. There I was given a room where I sat alone for 3 months, without a TV, so I was crying out of boredom. The boy who got a room with me lived with a friend in another city. Over time, I saw that my asylum application was being decided by Albanians who work in the police for foreigners, and that's why I got all the counters I needed. In any case, the war was over, I had studies and money in Serbia, so I asked to go back. Racists were happy to hear such a decision.
I can conclude that I studied German in Basel for nothing; the university of basel did not allow me to study and the police for foreigners does everything they can against foreigners. They are really racist, not only the cops but most of society. The University of Basel allowed me to study after a year, but at that time I was already back in Serbia and the Swiss embassy did not want to issue me a visa again.
I knew that when I failed to study in Basel, that one day I would become homeless. Sooner or later. That's how it was, after 4 years I became homeless. For those 4 years, I was in Belgrade, living my routine: breakfast, running about 2-3 kilometers, lunch, library (reading or internet), I periodically did some work (just to do something, I still had money), theater in the evening , cinema, cafes with Planjani who studied or worked in Belgrade. Spring and summer are always beautiful in Belgrade, Ada lake has a beautiful park and excellent sports opportunities, the Kalemegdan couple is also very beautiful in the evening and a lot of people come there.
In 2001, I started reading books about anarchism, and I can say that it is the best idea in the history of mankind. I read a lot of law school books and took many NGO courses, but when I encountered anarchism, I saw that it is the highest level of human organization in our entire existence. Anarchism is totally in line with my needs, with human dignity. Today, the whole society still works for the rich to enjoy, to satisfy their material needs, which is a prerequisite for the unhindered development of spiritual needs, and therefore they can choose what they will do in their lives and whether they will develop their spiritual side. Anarchism is a society where people work to satisfy the material needs of the whole society and not just individuals, and in this way the possibility is created for every member of society to choose what to do in his life and to develop his spiritual side if he wants to. What is reserved for the rich today would be available to everyone in an anarchist society.
When I returned from Switzerland, before I started reading books about anarchism, I hung out with Protestants (Baptists) for about a year, but over time I saw that their community was not for me and that the Bible, the Holy Scriptures, was not for me. . They are too good for politicians, always on the side of the government (probably to avoid problems with the secret service), and more members in the church means more donations from abroad, etc. The Bible is also too pacifist for me and I don't think it is really "Jesus' Bible". For example, Jesus came to a prostitute and was not on the side of the authorities, so they killed him (because he had an influence on the people and was not on the side of the rich and was therefore a threat to the rich). But here, even today, the Bible is used, which was accepted by Emperor Constantine in the 4th century: "to the God of God (spiritually) and to the emperor the king's (money, gold, etc.)". It is obvious that many things in the Bible were changed so that the authorities of that time would stop persecuting and killing Christians and everything was changed in such a way that in the end people think "that the authority is given by God and therefore we should be obedient to the authorities". When Christianity was recognized as the official religion, the priests stood shoulder to shoulder with the emperors, full of money, totally unlike Jesus who was brutally killed by the authorities. Today, state power is separated from church power, but the Bible still remains the same, albeit changed, and the churches still receive money from the budget. In any case, the Bible is too pacifist and adapted to the needs of the authorities.
On the other hand, the non-governmental organizations that I visited a few years before I encountered anarchism, propagate the theory of capitalism (what capitalism should be, not what it is in reality, and I saw very well in Switzerland how it is in of reality: modified slavery (economic exploitation in which millions of people are exploited so that individuals can enjoy extreme wealth that they cannot even spend) and control exercised by the ruling class (media, school, patriotism, nationalism, etc.) Non-governmental organizations are the so-called reformists believe that the state should be reformed but not abolished. Anarchism promotes the abolition of the state because the state provides and protects the rich in their positions. The state is the main tool in the hands of the exploiters to preserve their position that I read was "History of Anarchism" (Max Netlau) and inside I found information about other books that I later found in libraries. The second book was "Anarchism, from theory to practice" (Daniel Guerin) and later came books by Kropotkin, etc. As far as I'm concerned, Kropotkin is the best theoretician of anarchism because he can write clearly and scientifically. He reveals the causes of the problem nicely and every analysis he does, he really does it perfectly.
Since I have been visiting forums in Belgrade for years, at colleges and at the Youth Center, an anarchist once said something and I took advantage of that opportunity to get to know him. I see myself as a person with a rebellious character and besides, I'm an idealist and that's why I know that I can be disappointed in people, but I always hope that it won't be like that. Anarchism is the best theory, but anarchists are people who grew up in capitalism, so many of them talk one thing and do another. We are still not liberated in our heads regarding materialism (no anarchist will share everything he owns with other anarchists), egoism (mutual aid is still a theory and currently there is mutual verbal solidarity, support, which means that people still function as in capitalism: on the basis of blood relationship, sex, etc.), proprietary behavior towards the partner (abolition of freedom of choice for the partner or putting pressure on the partner to accept only one choice), etc.
I participated in the creation of the anarchist magazine Direktna akcija, we held protests in front of embassies, periodically distributed leaflets around Knez Mihajlova, etc. It was already 2002. In July 2003, I ran out of money and found an abandoned house in Dobračina, in the center of Belgrade. Thus began my homelessness. I entered the house on July 10 and since it was stupid for me to be there alone, I invited other activists to join us and make a squat. About 15 of them joined. Me and Branko from Pancevo lived there while others came for meetings, cleaning the house, etc. It took us about 2-3 months to prepare the house and then we started to use it publicly. The newspaper published the information and we had visitors from various quarters. A bunch of punks from Niš stopped by to sleep after concerts in the Youth Center, tourists from France also slept, activists from the Netherlands and America visited us a couple of times, but they preferred to sleep in more comfortable places (hotel, friends, etc.). The squat was open to anyone who needed it. I saw myself as a user and not as an owner. I thought all squats were like that, but when I later visited the West, I saw that I was wrong. Westerners grew up in capitalism and have the behavior of owners. For me, squatting does not just mean finding a house for cheap or free housing, because even a capitalist would like to live without paying, but squatting for me means occupying a house with the aim of building different relationships between people inside, with the aim of people inside they can realize their needs, ideas, public and private, without the influence of commerce or capitalism. Many young people have great ideas but have nowhere to implement them. Commercial institutions and cafes are not open to such a large number of great ideas of both youth and the elderly, in capitalism everything goes through connections, therefore, the squat is a place where people can express themselves. The squat is where capitalism is abolished in human relations and public events. Anyway, in December 2003 I left the squat due to a fight with two drug addicts, I was so stupid that I protected a German from whom they wanted to take money. That's why I ended up bad. And after two years, when I asked that same German to help me with 10 euros for food, he got coldly angry that I was asking him for money and didn't want to help. So next time, there is no point in protecting anyone from the West, because they are extremely selfish and I don't really care if the selfish people lose money. So I found another house. This one belonged to the Bulgarian embassy. It was December 15, 2003.
On October 31, 2003, my mother died of a brain hemorrhage. She lived as a tenant in Velika Plana and for the last few months in Žabari, in the older house of her older sister. My mother-in-law, the wife of my mother's brother, did not want to help even though she works in Salzburg and has a house where no one lives. I mention that to make people understand that people from the countryside have a stupid mentality: women get married, but everyone prefers their own part of the family. Since my mother is not her side of the family, she didn't want to help. She paid rent for living with her sister in Zabari and also helped in the garden every day. Her older sister is a severe materialist who even rummaged through the garbage can to check that my mother hadn't eaten something from the garden. And she has been singing all her life, she has a new house with new things and money, but she is extremely selfish. In any case, I was surprised when my mother had a brain hemorrhage, I never thought something like that could happen. My relatives told me on the phone that they transferred her from Požarevac to the Emergency Center in Belgrade and that this is not a good sign. When I got there, they told me that she was bleeding too much and there was nothing they could do. Her mother also had an effusion but died the third time. My mother died the first time. In any case, even today I avoid thinking about the fact that my parents are no longer alive because when I think about it I get mad and I can attack anyone on the street. That's why I imagine that they are in some other city and I don't see them in the same way that students don't see their parents for a long time. Like I said, I had very tolerant parents, a bunch of my friends had nasty problems with their parents that I never had. In Serbia, parents often beat their children, forbid them a million things, impose their will on them, etc. I never had such problems and that's why I say that they were really good people. The only problem I had was with my brother who beat me when I was little, but he stopped when I turned 12.
The house that was the economic representative office of the Bulgarian Embassy was located in the center of Belgrade, in Vetogorska Street. I had all the furniture inside, electricity, water and THAT stove. I stayed there until February 2004 when the cops kicked me out. Maybe the man from the embassy came alone and called the cops when he saw that someone was living in the house, maybe the secret service had a hand in his getting there.
Yes, I didn't mention that the secret service in Serbia had been monitoring me since I returned from Switzerland in September 1999. Who knows what those paranoid freaks made up about me, but I guess I was a "Rista terrorist" for them. But the fact is that some "terrorists" are actually liberators. It has always been like that throughout history, anyone who attacked the government was branded as a terrorist by the government, but people always had their own opinion which is not as much under the control of the government as the government would like, so it doesn't help either to use media and demonizing the one who attacked them. Anyway, they followed me for a few years. During that time, I realized how they work, how they spread paranoia, etc. They simply have an interest in blowing up the case in order not to present themselves as the solver of a big and terrible problem. They get more money from the budget if there is some real or imagined threat. I am sure that they interfered with my studies and that they interfered with my exams. I once saw a person scowling at the professor of National History, Jevtic, when he entered the office before the start of the exam, and that's when I got an A. After a short time, he retired. Many professors at the Law School are involved in politics and it is very easy for the Secret Service to influence them to do this or that about me. Plus I started anarchist activism from the winter of 2001/2001, so I can imagine what they wrote in their file about me. All secret services are the same: crazy; and dangerous because they have a million rats spying for them: journalists, judges, criminals, etc. If they want to harass someone, they can do that with ease, if they want to kill someone, they can do that too. Politicians and the secret service are the number one mafia, in every country on this planet, classic criminals are the number two mafia.
In the summer of 2004, I got a visa for Germany. I was in contact with a woman for two years and we decided to be together. But that was only possible through marriage. We made the papers for marriage and I went to her (I hitchhiked from Belgrade to Salzburg through Croatia and Slovenia, and from Salzburg to Bielefeld I went by train). I stayed with her for about a month. I saw that she did not tell the children about me, so it was an unpleasant situation for me. Her two older sons did not accept me, I was 29 and they were 18 and 20 (she also had an 8-year-old son who lived with her and a 14-year-old daughter who lived with her ex-husband). So I went to an anarchist meeting in Berlin and I never came back to her place, as I said, because her two older sons couldn't accept that their mother wanted her to marry someone 16 years younger than her. The anarchist camp lasted 10 days and I was very depressed so I didn't have much desire to be with people. Before the camp, I spent 3 days in Berlin, where I was rejected in two or three squats regarding sleeping. So I slept one night in the park and the other two nights in the wagons next to the Kopi squat, together with the Poles. I saw the German mentality at the camp and I was not happy. But they certainly belong to the middle class in the West and can realize their needs, whatever they may be, so they are consequently happy and smiling, while I was homeless with no future, and consequently I was not cheerful. After the camp, I stayed in Berlin for two months and slept in abandoned buildings. A girl from the USA comes and immediately gets a place to sleep from the Germans, while this was not the case with me. Westerners always look at the interest, they dream of going to the USA and having someone there where they can get help, but they don't dream of coming to Serbia like that and they don't have to help me either. Anyway, I once met a girl in an anti-racist initiative and slept with her for 10 days. I think if I had sex with her, it would have helped more, but I was in a bad situation and had no desire for fun and sex. In addition, I feel bad when I am not equal with a girl, that is when I know that if I refuse, I will end up on the street or deported one day. It's like prostitution, when sex means you'll get a better life with the help of sex, but I'd rather go to jail than take care of myself like that. And soon after that I ended up in prison, in Switzerland.
When my visa expired, I mailed my passport to my brother and I left Berlin for Switzerland. In Basel, I asked for money back from the director of the language school (I needed the money to build a monument to my mother) for the part of the German language classes that I did not attend in 1999 and that I paid for. My language teacher probably explained to him that I might not have a visa, so he decided to send the cops to me instead of refunding the money. I was arrested when I called him on the phone again, the cops came very quickly while he was trying to stall the conversation with me. I was in detention for 7 days (then it was a 10-year-old detention, and I used that time to rest from the 2-3 days of traveling from Berlin to Basel). After detention, I was transferred to a deportation prison, where I sought political asylum to avoid deportation. But the racist cops for foreigners, who decide about it, kept me in the deportation prison for the entire duration of the asylum procedure. 5 months. I didn't care, it was important for me to stay there and claim my money. I got a lawyer and the pig returned the money (1700 instead of 2200 francs, my lawyer made such a deal and I accepted it).
The deportation prison was 6 years old at the time, so everything inside was new, especially if compared to Eastern European prisons, but like everywhere, prison guards make life difficult inside. The filth of racist politics can be seen there. They keep people locked up just to annoy them, the cops for foreigners know very well that the Russian and Muslim embassies do not cooperate in deporting their citizens, but they arrest them and keep them locked up for up to 6 months just to disrupt their lives. After 6 months they are released. When someone is deported against his will, they first lock us all in cells and then use force to break the resistance. In such cases we could hear fighting and fighting. Such deportations are carried out by bald guys who work as security guards or as cops so they are probably fascist skinheads. The cells in this prison are small and made for one person, but the fascists put two people inside, besides that they make various rules to make life difficult inside, for example you have to register on some blue paper to get a doctor, etc. The prison administration does everything it can to make fun of people, even though there are imprisoned people who are violators of the administrative law (people without a visa or their application for asylum was rejected) and not of any criminal law. The Swiss fascist parliament made a law that people could be held for up to 2 years in a deportation prison. I don't think even car thieves get such a fine. That's why I can conclude that it is better to be a criminal than an illegal in that country. Criminal prisons have better access to medical care, better sports opportunities, etc. We had to walk in a small yard inside the walls, about 10x5 meters, there were bars above us so we couldn't even see the sky normally, and our basketball was made of sponge. Like in a mental hospital, they made a basket but they don't give us a normal ball but a sponge ball so we can't play basketball. I was deported to Serbia with two cops from Serbia. They also did it as a readmission, the return of an illegal, instead of extradition, since they received information from Serbia, when they contacted the authorities in Serbia, that there was a warrant for me. In case of extradition, I would have the right to appeal to the Supreme Court or the Ministry of Justice, and they prevented me from doing so. Also, I had the cops by my side, like in an extradition case. That's how it is with dirty Western fascists and sold Serbian authorities. The Serbian authorities cooperate with them against their own citizens because they receive hundreds of millions of dollars in donations from the West. And why do I call it fascism? Because fascism is any kind of discrimination based on nationality. The visa policy is a fascist policy because it creates inequality among people from the West and from third world countries. They made restrictions for people who have a certain nationality.
When I ended up in Belgrade on March 3, 2005, I automatically ended up in a cell because there was a warrant for me, I had a court case that I didn't show up for. They kept me in custody for 2 months in Bačvanska, in the so-called CZ. There, the secret service organized problems for me. First, at the reception I did not want to declare myself as a Serb but as a Vlach, but they told me that Vlach does not exist and wrote that I am a Serb. The application department also decides who goes to which cell so they were the ones who prepared the strumming for me. They sent me to a cell where there were organized criminals, bigger and stronger than me, so I couldn't fight with them. When I was arrested in February 2004, I got into a fight with someone who told me to clean the toilet and that's why they sent me to a cell where they have several sold souls who are stronger than me. In fact, one of them, from Novi Sad, arrested during the Saber operation, occasionally went outside the cell where he received instructions from the guards and later asked me questions. The other was always ready to do what others persuaded him to do. So they turned the people in the cell against me so I was forced to work in the cell for about two, three weeks. Every new detainee experiences this kind of abuse, but the difference is that I was bombarded with specific questions from my life. For example, there was a conversation about homosexuals, this guy, who was always ready to do what others told him, came to me and told me that I have to say that all fags should be killed, since I refused, he hit me on the chest with his fist and then I said what they want to hear. The problem isn't saying something others want to hear, it's that I know it was ordered by the Secret Service. The problem is not that a man kills himself on the street, but the problem is if I kill myself in custody, first the guards would beat me for it and then the judge would assign me prison for it. So the Secret Service could keep me in prison for 100 years and have them strum me there with the help of their sycophants. It's about the fact that for a couple of years I visited women's and other non-governmental organizations, their courses, etc., and the secret service of such organizations considers sick fags and lesbians and they spy on people in such organizations and cause them private problems. They did the same with me. I was also forced to say that I was a Serb, again because I told the administration that I was a Vlach and not a Serb. It is clear that such things were set up by the administration and that they sent me to the cell where they have their sycophants. In this way, the government produces extremism. People who have been tortured can plant a bomb somewhere when they get out of prison for revenge. But I have enough political education to understand that ordinary people have nothing to do with the xenophobia and homophobia carried out by the government, so if anyone deserves a bomb, it is only the representatives of the state and their repressive organs. I really believe that all politicians and police and prison guards should be dead. I have seen and felt what they do, so I can say that they are worse than the worst criminal. They mistreat people like in the Middle Ages, for example in the police, for any stupid thing they arrest someone for. First they beat, and only then they ask for the name. And what to say when there should be a presumption that a person is innocent, who knows how many innocent people have been mistreated. One cop mistreats about 3 people a day, I say mistreats and not "only" beats, and if he works for 35 years, that means he mistreats about 30,000 people during his lifetime. That's more than any violent criminal in the world has mistreated in his lifetime. Cops are more dangerous to society than any criminal. I was in the police for 12 hours, during that time they harassed about 3 people, people who have nothing to do with my case. Even when my lawyer was present in the morning, we heard someone in the other room moaning in pain as he was being beaten, probably with a baseball bat. That's why I believe what every normal person in Serbia says: only a dead cop is a good cop. Only I would extend it to politicians, prison directors, and other parts of the state repressive apparatus. Anyway, I was on hunger strike in detention, which they didn't accept officially (they didn't bring me a doctor to examine me so the strike was unofficial). I refused food for 10 days and did not drink water for 6 days. I also wrote to the judge on the official paper that I will not come to the trial unless I get solitary confinement for me. I knew that if I was transferred to another cell, the scenario would repeat itself, so the only solution was to get a cell where I would be alone. If I kill myself, of course they would convict me for it and thus they could keep me in prison for longer and longer. So I ended up getting solitary confinement, but when I got to the trial, the judge said he would send me to a psychiatric hospital if I continued to demand such things for myself. I forgot to say, when they arrested me in February 2004, they found me writing against the state and the prison, so the secret service must have passed it on to the guards in custody. When I was cleaning the bathroom once, all the guards gathered around and bleated at me. All this speaks in favor of the fact that I had special treatment there, that is, mistreatment. My arrest (I was also beaten by the police), as well as my problems in custody, are the direct responsibility of the head of the secret service at the time (Rade Bulatović), the director of the CZ and the head of the reception department of the CZ.
At the trial at the end of April 2005, they let me defend myself from freedom until the end of the trial, I had to be at my address and report to the police every 15 days. On October 4, 2005, I was sentenced to one year in prison, although the witness changed his testimony and said that he himself transported 4 kg of marijuana from Montenegro to Serbia. He received a summons to come to court as a witness, and he was already in prison, so the other prisoners forced him not to testify against anyone. But even so, the judge didn't want to accept his new testimony, so he sentenced me saying: we sentenced you to one year, so we'll see what the higher court will decide about it. So he knew that the high court would overturn his decision, but he convicted me only to make problems in my private life (I had to be at the given address, report to the cops, I can't find any job if there is a conviction , etc.). I read the law and saw that he should send me the verdict within 15 days, I waited two and a half months to appeal to the higher court, but I saw that he did not send the verdict, so I decided to go west. I'd rather be in the west than sit in a primitive prison where again the secret service has problems and prolongs my imprisonment if I resist.
I worked on a construction site for 4-5 days and received 60 euros, and with that I started my journey to the EU. It was December 15, 2005. I dressed well and took two books with me to read in prison if I was caught. It is therefore much easier without a bag when walking for a long time. I walked between Serbia and Hungary for 12 hours and I made it. I lost 5 hours trying to find paths to cross the border, on the way I stepped on fields and canals with water, so I pissed myself and walked straight and straight until I arrived in Szeged in the morning. The border guard on the tower with a strong reflector was at least a kilometer away from me and the fog was very strong. However, the dog sensed me and started barking, so every time I lay down on the ground, which luckily was frozen so I didn't get dirty, when I saw the lights of the car. I took a bus from Szeged to Budapest, which cost about 10-20 euros. I stayed there for three days in a squat to rest, my soles were torn from pain and blisters. After that, I continued by train to the last small town in Hungary, towards Vienna, and I also walked there for about 15 hours when I crossed the border. On the map there is one canal with water that I wanted to follow, but in reality there are 3 canals, so I lost my orientation. Sometimes the fields were under water again, so I had to go around them. Finally, around seven o'clock in the morning, I saw that I was in Austria, in the first village. I spent half an hour trying to find where the train station was, but I couldn't. Totally pointless village, long next to the railway but no station anywhere. So I decided to go to the highway, but I didn't know it was very far, I walked about 10 kilometers. Along the way, I decided that I was too close to the border and that it was better to walk parallel to the highway. After 3 hours of walking, I reached the first big city where I easily found a train. I paid about 6 euros to get to Vienna. It was snowing there and I had to wait for my cousin to come home from work in the evening. I spent one night at his place and continued to Salzburg, where I also spent one night at a relative's place. I spent all the money and my cousin gave me only 10 euros, so I had to travel without a ticket by fast trains to Karlsruhe and from there to Basel. The conductors caught me once and told me I had to get off, somewhere around Ulm, but I just waited for the next train and continued on. There are the Alps, so the snow was at least a meter high and there was no way for me to hitchhike. In any case, I left Salzburg in the morning and was already in Basel late in the evening. I crossed the border overnight and in the morning I was lucky enough to meet a girl from the squat in the Hirscheneck cafe. She told me that I could freely go to the squat and sleep there and that no one would cause any problems. The squat is only 50m from the border crossing with France, and I have no documents.
The squat is big, I had a guest room with 6 beds, plus a big room where they have their meetings and two computers with internet. About 7 of them lived on the first floor and I was on the ground floor together with another guy from Lithuania. They are Marxists and anarchists who live together, and the house they occupied belongs to a factory whose director does not send the cops to them. I was there for 2 months and then I traveled to Brussels, where I stayed for 10 days, then in Hamburg for a month, then 10 days in Aarhus, Denmark, and finally 10 days in Malmo. After that, I returned to Basel because I had a place to sleep there and I did not manage to find a job in the mentioned cities. In Brussels, I know a woman from Belgrade, she has lived there for 20 years, but she also makes excuses like my relatives in Salzburg: we are going to Serbia in a few days, so we can't help you. Squats in Brussels did not help me sleep, I asked in the occupied Somali embassy as well as in the church occupied by immigrants. I realized that they are squatting only for themselves and that they have not changed the capitalist mentality (regarding property, ownership) in their head. Belgium has a materialistic mentality, homeless shelters sell food to the homeless. Only the sisters in the church give food for free. After two days of sleeping on a construction site, where I had to evaporate before the workers came, I slept in a house for the homeless. Besides, I have to say that Belgium is dirty, trash everywhere. But I liked the feeling when I was in the industrial part of the city where there are Africans everywhere on the sidewalks of the wide streets, with music, and they have a bunch of garages there for repairing and selling cars. It was like an American movie. And indeed, every other African woman who passed by me in Brussels, as if she had stepped off the catwalk, they are really beautiful. In Hamburg, I slept for 3 weeks in a large building for social cases, there they ask for guidance from a social worker, but I said that I had lost my documents and that I would only sleep for a week. I didn't plan to stay long, but I was pinned down by snow, at least a meter thick, so I couldn't continue to Sweden. It was March 2006. When the snow melted, I hitchhiked to Aarhus. However, I could only sleep there in a church from midnight to 6 in the morning. I was lucky to meet a junkie from Sarajevo who had an apartment and I slept with him for three days. A very good man. He explained to me that many junkies live on the street because they do not want to accept an apartment under the conditions imposed on them by the bureaucracy. And so, after 10 days in Aarhus, I traveled to Malmo, I had a ticket to Copenhagen, a church gave me money, and from Copenhagen I smuggled myself by train to Malmo. I have a neighbor in Malmo who got married there, so I slept with her for 10 days. She found me companies owned by our people, so I could go and ask for a job, but I was turned down everywhere. They don't need workers or they are simply afraid to hire someone illegally because the fines are big.
So from Malmö I returned to Basel where I stayed until January 2007. In Basel I visited libraries for the internet and places for the homeless for food and to kill free time. They have billiards, punching bag, table tennis there, we watched movies on DVD every day, and so on. At one place where there is free breakfast, I washed dishes twice a month for 3 hours and got a free dinner every night for it. Homeless people are in a very bad position in Switzerland, they have to find money through theft and resale in order to pay for sleeping and lunch. Those who don't steal, sit all night at the train station and sleep during the day when they open daytime places for the homeless. Really hard life in a rich country where people have no solidarity for members of their society. I was very lucky to have a place to sleep in a squat. I was once stopped by a cop for riding a bicycle on a pedestrian street, but I was lucky that he didn't ask me for my documents, he just warned me. After I was deported in 2005, I was ordered by the court to be banned from entering Switzerland for the next 5 years. I also received 45 days in prison, for demanding my money from the director of the language school, but it was changed to two years probation. A racist condemned me even though I was deported to Serbia. And the cops stop people in Switzerland to check just about everything: the number on the bike, the registration, the light, etc. They have no production, so they have to punish people in order to collect as much money as possible in the budget. As for me, I had a boring life for that year, although I was not on the street, but I was without a future. That's why I left in January 2007 even though I could have stayed. I went to Hamburg, 35 euros is a weekend train ticket with which you can travel 24 hours, and stayed there for 2 months. I slept with Catholic sisters. Hamburg is huge, 3 million people, and if you want to go somewhere around the city, you need a bike or you have to take the metro. I couldn't caress the bike because even a prehistoric bike for 20 euros is locked with thick chains like for motorcycles. The snow was again heavy and rain with wind was a frequent occurrence. Cops at every turn, on foot, on bikes, in cars, etc. Germany really is a cop country. But it was good that I got two tooth fillings, free of charge, at the homeless clinic. If I had to pay, two fillings cost 120 euros.
In March 2007 I came to Copenhagen where I stayed for a year. First I slept in the Ungdomshuset squat for 2 weeks, there were anarchists autonomen and punks, but it was winter and the house was cold, so I switched to sleeping in places for social cases. Less than a week later, the social democratic mayor Jytte Ritt Bjerregaard (died 2023, lived at Jens Juels Gade 4, 2100 Copenhagen) sent the police to destroy the anarchist squat. The anti-terrorist unit descended with cables from a helicopter onto the roof of the squat, they brought construction machines and made a hole in the wall and entered the squat through the hole. They beat the people, threw them out and in one day demolished the whole house to the ground with machines. The squat was in the center of the city and they had concerts so they were popular among young people, when the police demolished the house, thousands of young people protested for 3 days and set fire to over 100 cars, they also set fire to the construction machinery of the company that was hired by the police. I also participated in conflicts with the police 3 days. The protests were excellent, but I must note that the Danish anarchists are not aware that they should attack the one who is behind the police, that was the social democratic mayor, they clash with the police but do not clash with the politicians. Anyway, I was sleeping in homeless shelters again. There were 5 places where foreigners were accepted. Already in April, I tried to connect with crime syndicates, to get a job with them. But it was not possible. They are Danes and there should be a recommendation to work for them. In the summer of 2007, it was already 4 years since I was homeless. That whole year, I didn't go into stores 10 times, I just used places for the homeless. Most homeless people collect bottles which they exchange for money at the store, so they have money to get drunk or whatever they need. I didn't want to put my hands in the garbage cans. I mostly hung out in libraries where I could use the internet and read magazines to kill free time. Since I had no documents to be a member of the libraries, I had to reveal the passwords of users and administrators in order not to use the Internet as much as I needed. I used the OphCrack program for that. I also edited my website, which I started to build in 2003, and in the summer of 2007 I transferred everything to a new server and started using the Joomla system for creating websites. It took me two months to do all that, to transfer all the texts and make a normal design. It is a site about anarchism, with news and texts. I still have that site, in 2009, but I only occasionally make news. I also participated in the administration of Indimidia in Belgrade, I think it was in 2003, but later I returned to my site because I did not have the technology to make news (recorder, microphone, camera or camera). In the summer of 2007, I started breathing harder because I only slept 5-6 hours a day for 3 months. The tupavci who work at places for the homeless have changed their working hours, and I can't fall asleep so easily during the day, especially if the lack of sleep makes me nervous. I noticed that people were looking at me in the library and I later realized it was because of my loud, heavy breathing. Then I remembered that it must be high blood pressure or long-term nervousness and I remembered that when I was young my neighbor had trouble breathing before she had a brain hemorrhage that killed her. Even my mother was breathing hard before she had a brain hemorrhage. That's when I realized how important sleep is and used abandoned houses in Copenhagen to get as much sleep as I needed. I clean up the broken glass and sleep with a good sleeping bag (100 euros) and an inflatable sleeping mat (also about 100 euros). It's really not cold and there are no noisy people during the night like in places for social cases and the homeless. On January 1, 2008, I had the bad luck that an elderly Romanian coughed in my face and I felt something twist in my left chest and I knew even then that I would get sick. And so it was, the next day the illness started and lasted for 3 and a half months. Pneumonia. Already after a week, when I saw that I was still sick, I visited a homeless doctor where they gave me penicillin tablets. The next week I was given another type of penicillin, and so on, but nothing helped. It was enough that they sent me for an X-ray, but they didn't want to spend money on the state. The materialistic mentality that is a product of capitalism: hunting is more important to them than people's lives. You have no salary, no health insurance, plus you are a foreigner: there is no healing for you. That is why foreigners must become criminals, political decisions force foreigners into crime. In March 2008, I went to Gothenburg and saw that they don't accept foreigners in places for social cases. It was snowing outside, I was sick for 3 and a half months, so I asked the group Nobody is Illegal to help me sleep until I get better. But they are primarily Swedish, that means they don't care about people, so they sent me to their priest who gives sleep to rejected asylum seekers. He rejected me. He didn't care if I was sick, he tried to convince me to ask the vlat for asylum, so in the end I had to go and ask for asylum to get a room or a doctor. In the Emergency Center in Gothenburg, they did not want to let me see a doctor, they asked me for an EU passport or EU health insurance or to pay 110 euros to see a doctor. They are really hardcore racists, only Stockholm in all of Sweden is big enough to find normal people. The rest of Sweden is like Germany 50 years ago, what's more, many Germans fled after the Second World War to Scandinavia and especially to Sweden. Racism lived on even though Hitler was dead and racists continued to teach their children to hate foreigners. After torching France and Denmark in the last couple of years, I said Sweden would be next. And indeed, in the summer of 2009, burning began in Uppsala, near Stockholm. Journalists work for the secret service and announce that some hooligan kids are destroying everything for no reason, but the real reason is many years of discrimination.
As I said, I applied for asylum in March 2008 in Kållered, near Gothenburg. The very next day they took my fingerprints, photographed me and asked questions: how did I come, how long have I been in Sweden, do I have a family, why am I seeking asylum... After that I received a piece of paper with my photo and it's like identification until I get an LMA card with a photo. While I was there, I noticed that there was no doctor. People can come sick from their country or they can get sick during the journey, but we had to wait 7-10 days to be transferred to an apartment in a village in Sweden and only after that we can ask for a doctor. We can't get a doctor in Kållered unless someone has a heart attack or something and they take him to the ER. That's what the security man told me. I had a lot of pain in my chest so I couldn't sleep. That's why I jumped to Gothenburg by myself where I visited the emergency center (axess akuten) but the woman at the reception turned me away, she wouldn't let me see a doctor. She didn't accept my photo paper that I got from the immigration office and told me that if I don't have an EU passport then I have to pay 1050 SEK to see a doctor. She didn't care about my health problems. That day I also visited the Newspaper library (Vasagatan 2A) but I was discriminated against there as well. The desk clerk told me I could only use the internet if I had a health insurance number. Only EU citizens have that, so I showed him the paper with the photo, but it was not valid for him. So in one day I was discriminated against in two public institutions. When the man from Amnesty International came to Kållered, I told him about these two cases of discrimination, expecting him to investigate such cases and to put pressure on the authorities to change such behavior (after all, he gets paid for this at AI). But he just replied that it was so and shrugged his shoulders as if I should just accept it and that nothing could be done about it. Then he asked me if I came directly to Sweden or if I stayed in another country, so I answered that I came directly. With that question, he showed me that he works for the immigration office because they ask us the same questions with the aim of driving us out of Sweden. I have moved on from that sold soul. Later, when I was transferred to some cellandra, I visited the library in the city of Orebro and there was an Amnesty International exhibition about human rights violations in China. I was furious because I saw that they did not want to record the cases of discrimination in Sweden and to make an exhibition about the violation of human rights in Sweden. Fucking patriots, total puppets in the hands of the government. Anyway, when I got a room at Selendra, I went to the doctor and finally got the right to use the internet. Accommodation for asylum seekers is a separate story. First, the immigration office mixes people from the war zone into the same apartment. For example, they send Chechens and Russians, Serbs and Albanians from Kosovo to the same house, and so on. One day someone will kill someone but the immigration office will be happy if people do it. Secondly, spying is also a problem. The immigration office has a network of people who are ready to cooperate with the authorities in order to get the right to stay in Sweden (the right to political asylum has become a filtering of (for the authorities eligible and ineligible) foreigners). Maybe that's why they mix people from the war zone, that way people become spies more easily because they already hate each other. Many people apply for asylum without documents so the immigration office cannot verify the identity and therefore they send spies who ask the same questions as the authorities, who check the dialect of the language, etc. Even the language teacher in the language course asks the same questions to check if we lied to the government. Already in Kållered, a Serbian pig from Croatia came to me and talked to me and from time to time asked me questions about some factories near the village in Kosovo that I mentioned as the place where I come from. They wanted to check if I was really from there. In addition, he told me twice: don't lie to the authorities, if you lie, they will detain you. The immigration office has no legal way to check the identity of people from war zones (many institutions have been destroyed) so they have created an illegal network of spies who kiss the government's ass to get the right to stay in Sweden. They have to give spies privileges so the spies don't work for them. This is illegal action of the immigration office. Even the secret service has to ask for court permission to spy on someone (they always get permission but they have to ask for it) but the immigration office doesn't ask anyone anything. They do it unofficially. The problem with spies is that they can exaggerate things or invent a story in order not to increase the importance of their role. So, after the traitors in Kållered, they sent me to a house in Selendra where they already had associates who speak my language and later they sent new rats because I didn't want to talk to those I already recognized as rats. In addition, they sent me to a house that has two larger and two smaller rooms, but they accommodated a total of 8 of us inside. Swedes, in the same houses next to us, live 3 or 4 people inside. My opinion is that such houses are optimal for four people and a maximum of 6. But the immigration office sends 8 people inside, with the aim of saving money to the state (to avoid renting more houses). Apartments and houses for us are usually in Selendre in central and northern Sweden. The nearest small town is 40 km away, and a slightly larger town is 80 km away. That's why we can't get involved in society, we can't find people from our country to make friends with, etc. So they block our life outside the home, our social life, and inside the home they disrupt normal human relations by sending people from wars to live together and by forcing people to spy on their countrymen. Unfortunately, many asylum seekers are afraid to protest because the authorities may deport them. Asylum seekers receive 2,010 Swedish kroner per month, that's about 210 euros, and that's just enough for food. People need money for clothes, to go out in society and sometimes to invite their families in their countries. I would like someone to collect information on how many asylum seekers have become petty criminals (stealing clothes and food from stores) if the immigration office already gives "so much money". Asylum seekers do not have a life like Swedes, they are excluded from social activities. After 4 months of extremely boring living in a selendra, I went camping under a tent in Stockholm. I spent the whole of July 2008 in Stockholm and I can say that people there are less racist than in the south of Sweden. Probably because it's a big city. Women in this city are modern, they are active when it comes to men, so they are not passive and conservative. I slept in a part called Langholmen, it is a small island which is actually a huge park and in some places there is untidy nature, people run there and there is also a parking lot for camper vans, but of course I preferred to sleep in the park rather than pay for a place for a tent. The next time I received 210 euros from the immigration office, I moved from Sweden. Racists everywhere in public institutions, not only in the immigration office but also in libraries, Amnesty, hospitals... too many. In Stockholm, they didn't let me use the internet in the royal library, they asked me again for my EU passport or identity card, they didn't want to accept the ID I got as an asylum seeker. In addition, in the Stadsmission (city mission, a place for drug addicts and social cases where you can eat and shower for free or for little money), the workers or the security called the cops to check only Romanians. The cops came, rounded up the Romanians (they didn't touch the others) and took them to the yard where they ID'd them and checked their fingerprints. Like with the Jews during World War II. Any control is bullshit, but to single out one ethnic group (or a group based on nationality) and check only them is pure racism. It's Sweden.
In mid-August 2008, I left Stockholm for Copenhagen, as I said, when I received 210 euros again. I managed to cover 700 km with 50 euros, so I had about 150 more in Copenhagen. That was enough to have a good time, so to speak as a tourist during the summer, I visited public movies in parks every night, I slept under a tent in a park next to the beach and during the day I was around town. I also had showers on the beach. The sea is cold even during the summer, so I didn't swim. It was already 6 months since I recovered from pneumonia, but the disease does not disappear completely, so I could still only run slowly during the summer because then the air is not cold. I lived like that in September and October, and when it got cold, I started again to use places for social cases. However, they introduced restrictions there due to the influx of foreigners, so I could only sleep in one place, while the Danes could sleep in 6 places. In December, they opened another place, but again they only let a few foreigners in, even though the beds remained empty. The Danes hope that foreigners will go to another country if they keep us on the street, but their wish does not come true. I used abandoned houses. I remember the first and second of January 2009, it was minus 6 outside, I slept with two sleeping bags and an inflatable pad, in a crowded house. It was critical, I had to put my head inside the bag and close it almost completely, so I was afraid of running out of air. Everything in the city was closed for the New Year holiday, cafes, libraries, colleges, but everything. There was no place to sit during the day or sleep at night. During the day, I rode my bike for hours just to warm up. After that, the libraries started working so I had somewhere to go during the day. Later I discovered colleges where I could open the door from the outside and the security didn't go inside, they just checked from the outside to see if all the doors were locked. So I slept there for several months. Of course, I had to leave before the students arrived in the morning. After the student parties, I collected bottles and exchanged them in the store for money so that I had money for food and money for a digital camera, phone and other things. Sometimes I managed to collect 40-50 euros at once, after their parties. There are kitchens at every college, so I used that from time to time when I wanted to prepare a meal. Only spies made me nervous at that time, rats working for the government. Sometimes they came at 6 in the morning to check if I was inside so I couldn't sleep because of them. The rest of the time I felt normal except sometimes, but rarely, when I was nervous because I wasn't creating something in my life. People need to create something to feel satisfied. I don't say work but creation. Work is exploitation, creating profit for the rich, while creating for oneself is often unrelated to money because it can be any kind of creation. I usually see my economic situation and tell myself that it could be worse, I survived 4 months of pneumonia in fascist countries (Denmark and Sweden) so someone who is in the same situation as me can die. Creating something is a satisfaction reserved for the middle class and the rich. But the fact is that people have a need to be equal with other people in society, so it's easy to get a bad feeling when you see around you a bunch of people with a normal life, while you are excluded from it because of fascist policies against immigrants. It makes you nervous when you see that you are limited by the decisions of someone who is stronger than you and the group you belong to is divided, Danish homeless people see immigrants as competition for a place to sleep, they think that we should be grateful to the authorities because we got food, so they are not people with whom you can organize anything with the aim of gaining a better status in society. Immigrants have no right to be slaves, fascist politicians are pushing us to become criminals. Since I belong to class-educated people, I wonder why I should attack a woman on the street to take her bag when it is better to attack politicians and the rich. But the rich and politicians have security (cameras, bodyguards, etc.) while ordinary people do not have such protection. Logically, ordinary people are the victims. But ordinary people do not know what the government is doing with immigrants, ordinary people run after their personal success, and the media does not publish information about the problems that immigrants have. Ordinary people only know that the poor (drug addicts and immigrants) attack them and that's why they will hate the poor instead of fighting for a better future for the whole society. A better future for the poor means fewer problems for ordinary people. But okay, you can't expect that much from people, they have their own private life and after work they would rather spend time with their family than fight against the government and their crazy politics. In any case, the important thing is that I realized that I should avoid attacks on ordinary people and that I should wait for an opportunity to attack the ruling class. The ruling class is shortening my life, but I believe that I will live at least a little longer 15 years. Even with this life I believe I can live to be 50...
Update April 2013 - Well, I screwed up a bit when I wrote in 2010 that I would live at least another 15 years. The fascist secret service, first of all in Denmark and later in Germany, tried to make my health worse. They probably have some kind of poison like in the Hague detention center, which weakens people's hearts and leaves no traces. In the summer of 2012 in Copenhagen, the doctors did not want to help, they barely agreed to a blood test and only for sugar and told me to come for the result after 3 weeks. I visited the doctor twice and the emergency center once and they didn't want to do any tests. Red Cross doctors who work as spies convinced me that everything was fine, and in the emergency center they told me that I was here as a tourist and that the doctors in my country would help me when I returned there. All July and August I had pain around my heart in both my left and right arm and in my back, and all August I couldn't hold a two-liter bottle in my right hand, my arm was falling down, it was so annoying and they refused to do it all the time tests. I also weighed 90 kg on the first of July and 78 kg on the first of September (now in April 2013 I weigh 82 kg), so I told myself that I had a tumor. The Red Cross provides doctors for immigrants, but at the same time they spy, they get 50 million euros a year from the government, for that money they work as fascist spies, they spy on immigrants, i.e. our health, and they also try to get private information (phone number and where we sleep, and spies can to track someone's movements). In October 2012, I moved to Germany and there I got blood tests in November, but the spies interfered again, so I got various tests, but not a pancreas check, since my father died of a pancreatic tumor. When the pancreas fails, then problems arise with sugar and fat in the veins, which can worsen the situation of the cardiovascular system (heart, brain, etc.). In any case, the doctor in Hamburg thought that I might have had a current inflammation of the pancreas and that it's okay now, since in Copenhagen I had a blood sugar level of 7.6 and in Hamburg the level was normal, only my white blood cells are weak. Contradictory because in Copenhagen I didn't eat anything sweet a month before the test or fatty two weeks before the test, and in Hamburg I ate sweets a couple of weeks before the test. I already felt better in November, so it got better as soon as I left Denmark. I believe the Danes put some crap in my food or the mineral water I kept in the fridge at university. No one can convince me that it's normal to have pain and that I can't hold a bottle in my hand, and at the same time the doctors refuse to do a detailed blood test and other analyses. Nothing is accidental when you are monitored by the imperialist secret service, they are indulging the authorities that are sold to corporations, whoever is against their terrorism (killing civilians in oil lands), will be poisoned over time and "die a natural death". In any case, in Hamburg they told me that there is no damage to the heart, but that it works slowly, but one day I will definitely have to do a CT scan or magnetic resonance imaging of the pancreas and the arteries on and around the heart. Until I can afford it (a CT scanner of the pancreas costs 500 euros in Germany), I can only hope that it won't bother me again like it did in the summer of 2012. I had occasional vein pains in my biceps and now in April above my heart, but it didn't as serious as the summer of 2012. Without money in capitalism you can only go 2 meters underground and if you have a Breivik secret service on your neck, the doctor will do what they tell him to do, regardless of whether you have insurance or pay out of pocket , there is no independent doctor. If the state mafia wants to kill, they can do it without a trace.
Update 18.sept.2024
The last update was in 2013, since that year I was in Copenhagen, cleaning apartments for money, privately and not for a company. I visited CBS, Copenhagen business school, where I used the internet in the classrooms and collected bottles when the students finished their lectures. I could collect 20 euro bottles in 10 minutes, this faculty has 3 buildings with the amphitheatres and classrooms and students leave water bottles massivly. The classrooms stayed open after the lectures so I used the fast internet. In 2016, I worked for more than 6 months with a Dane who sells art objects, Danish design, vases, sculptures, and the like, he wanted to concentrate only on sales, and I did everything else: took pictures of each object from 6 angles, edited the photos on the computer, uploaded to 3 sites where he sells items, deleted sold items from the sites, helped him pack items for shipping, porcelain items are sensitive for transportation, they can break, so it's not easy to pack.
On September 27, 2017, I was arrested in Copenhagen, allegedly someone informed the police about my whereabouts and to arrest me because in 2011 I attacked two workers in a food store when they tried to arrest me thinking I was stealing. No one called the police, but the secret service set me up to be arrested, probably some spy called the police as an anonymous citizen. They kept me in prison from September 27 for 10 months, until August 9, 2018, when I was deported back to Serbia. For the attack, the court sentenced me to 6 months in prison and a 6-year ban on entering Denmark, but I appealed the verdict, so the higher court kept me in prison from the fourth to the ninth month, so they kept me 3 months longer than the 6 months that was the verdict, and at the end, one more month of deportation prison. So, on August 9, 2018, I was deported back to Serbia, with two policemen on the plane. If I hadn't appealed against the 6 month sentence, I would have been kept in prison for 4 months instead of 9. In Denmark, after 2/3 of the sentence has been served, you are released, or deported if you are a foreigner. In every judgment it is written when you get 2/3 of the sentence. But when I appealed, the high court judge did not schedule my trial for 6 months. So in the end I spent 9 months in prison plus a month of the deportation process. First they kept me in Venstre prison, which is the biggest prison in Copenhagen and has 500 places, then in Blegdamsvej prison, which is in the center but is a small prison, and finally in another city, Odense prison. In all three prisons, doctors do not want to help foreign prisoners, I had pain in my stomach, in the arteries around my heart, pain in my head. I couldn't get medical help. The doctor won't call you for three weeks when you ask for him, and even when you get him, he won't do anything. In Blegdamsvej prison there are many beautiful young Danish women who work as guards and flirt with the prisoners. When they arrest you and put you in custody, only then does the investigation begin, they set up informants to talk to you in custody. The investigation is not finished after the interview with the police, but begins while you are in custody. Denmark is a paradise for police collaborators, there are many of them, probably because they have a nice life and can't bear to sit in prison. Every prisoner gets his own cell, in some prisons the TV is free, but in others you have to pay. I forgot how much you get when you work, I think 350 Danish kroner a week, you do job for two or three hours a day, pack something in your cell or make decorative paper products. In any case, the work is easy and you don't go to a workshop but work in a cell. When they arrest you, they take all money they find at you, they took 16,000 crowns from me, that's 2,100 euros, for the costs of prison and deportation, and the money you earn in prison you can take home when you're released, they don't touch that money. Many Romanians and Africans work in prison to bring some money home after deportation. I refused to work for 7 months because I don't want to make a profit for the prison, and then I worked for the last two months so that I would have some money when they sent me to Serbia. Since I have no family in Serbia where I could sleep. In any case, I spent money on juices and cakes, I only saved a little and took it to Serbia. The guards in the Danish prisons are racist, they won't come when you ring the bell from the cell and then a Romanian was kicking the door, so they locked all the cells and went in and beat him. The guards are nice to Danish citizens, Danes know the rules in prison and have football, they go to the gym even though there are only two or three machines, they go to the library to get books. In Odense prison, I saw that women are also in the same prison as men, they can leave their cells and socialize with men. In any case, Danish prisons are better than Serbian ones, but the guards and doctors are racist towards foreigners. The Danes get the doctor without a problem and the guards are nice to them. Also, when you go for a walk every day, the guards search foreigners.
When I was deported to Serbia on August 9, 2018, I had just two hundred euros in my pocket and I used that for food, I didn't have a passport or an identity card since I was out of Serbia since 2005, so I slept on Ada ciganlija in the park where the Ada workers don't see me. It was summer, so it was warm at night, but the workers on Ada have been cutting the grass on the golf terrains since 6 in the morning, walking around and making noise, so you can't sleep. There are also pensioners who work all night as security in restaurants on Ada, so I had to be careful that they don't see me. Afterwards, I moved to sleep under the bridge in Radnička Street, that's right after the Fair. I set up cardboard and a beach blanket so I wouldn't be on the dust. I could sleep longer there than on Ada. I washed my clothes in the toilet on Ada and showered on Ada until November when they closed the taps and showers. In November I didn't bathe for a month and I smelled for a mile, from October I attended law school classes until December.
What is important is that when they deported me and when I arrived at the airport, they detained me because there was a warrant for me for the case related to the weed/cannabis from 2004. They called the judge and she said that they could let me go and that I should come to her place the next day at 8 o'clock in the morning. The policemen told me to come to them and that they would take me to the judge. When they took me away the next day, the judge decided to let me be free while the court proceedings continued and scheduled the first hearing for October. But even though I was lucky with the judge, she didn't put me in custody, the cops followed me every day as well as the BIA spies. The police drove the car behind me while I was walking and cops searched me twice. I think the Danes brought some documents about me to the Serbian spies and the Serbian spies got in their ass and followed me after I was expelled from Denmark. The judge held a trial every two months until 2020 when she sentenced me to one year in prison for the 2004 marijuana charge. She postponed the trial a million times because the expert from the forensics center did not want to come to the court's summons for a year. They couldn't even find the item of seized marijuana from 2004 because the items of the forensics center were moved to a warehouse under Avala. My opinion is that the spies used the delay in the trial against me to pressure me not to fight the authorities or I would be convicted. Judge Nataša Albijanić convicted me only after I was arrested for threatening the President of Serbia in August 2019.
In 2018, I managed to create an identity card at the last address I had in 2005. Then I managed to get social assistance of 70 euros for several months.
In the winter of 2018, and for a whole year, I took part in the One of 5 Million protests in Belgrade. It was raining, snowing, and my boots were leaking, but I still went to the protests. Spies followed the organizers of the protest, at that time Jelena Anasonović, a student of FPN, she was in charge of the microphone, so the spies followed and harassed her. It was a protest against political violence against those who fight against the government, spies hired criminals to smash Borko Stefanović's head with a bar, investigative journalists were also attacked, a whistleblower was arrested who revealed shady dealings in the export of arms, and so on. The protests lasted until the corona virus in March 2020. I participated in protests until August 1, 2019, when I was arrested for threatening the President of Serbia, Vučić.
In 2019, I managed to get new passport, and in May 2019, I rented a studio apartment in Dušanovac, part of Belgrade that is not far away, because I managed to access my account at the Bitstamp cryptocurrency exchange, so I had money to rent an apartment. I was no longer penniless. Unfortunately, I rented an apartment from people who work in the police academy and the police ministry, but I didn't know what they do when I found the apartment through the ad. I was out all day, I just slept there, so I didn't talk to them so much. When I was arrested for threatening Vučić on August 1, they were on vacation in Greece, and since I was stuck in jail I didn't show up and they threw away in garbage container all my things, along with my passport and high school diploma. On August 1, the police conducted a search and confiscated my laptop and 3 phones for forensics to find evidence that I had threatened. The judge of the Third Basic Court in New Belgrade ordered my detention, that court is responsible for my case of threats via email/internet due to Vučić's address in New Belgrade at 10/8 Mihajla Pupina Boulevard. BiA organized the arrest, the judge's decision, and media propaganda against me, a bunch of media cooperating with BIA slandered me from August 1-3, they announced that a drug dealer was following Vučić's daughter, but they also announced that the secret service branded me as an extremist and a terrorist since 1998 because of protests. In 1998, I studied Law and protested against Slobodan Milošević. And since then, 1998, I have been followed by Serbian spies. It's proof that I'm being followed and that I'm not imagining it. My email threat against Vučić was not that I was going to kill Vučić, I wrote that I was going to follow him and his family just like the BIA spies follow me, that I was going to harass them just as the spies harass me. That's all I wrote. Although the journalists announced that a drug dealer was following Vučić's daughter, until then I had never been convicted, not even for cannabis. So the journalists were doing work for the BIA when they wrote articles about me. But what is important, while the trial was going on, the prosecutor suggested that I be examined by psychiatrists and the judge accepted it. 3 psychiatrists from the mental hospital Laza Lazarević came, the main one was named Aleksandra Đerić (photo), psychiatrist and head of the Day Hospital of the Clinic for Psychiatric Diseases "Dr. Laza Lazarević", and the other was called Borjana Savić, specialist in psychiatry, subspecialist in pharmacology, family psychotherapist and forensic expert, Borjana lives at street Bele Bartoka 40, Borča, Belgrade. I think the name of the third one was Jelena Janković (photo), master social. of work, therapist in education, since 2018 has been working at the Institute for Mental Health. The conversation with the psychiatrists was great, I had a great childhood, I don't use drugs, the only thing I told them was that I was being followed by the secret service, they used that to declare me paranoid because I have no evidence to be followed by spies. They diagnosed the disease F 22.9, which is paranoid schizophrenia, or in longer terms: mental disorder from the psychotic cycle, disorder with insanity. That opinion was made by psychiatrists from Laza Lazarević and the judge used their opinion to sentence me to be placed for treatment in a prison hospital in Belgrade and not in the classic prison, without a time limit. The doctors at the hospital just took the opinion of those from Laza, called me for an interview once every 6 months and gave me two pills a day: Zoloft tablets 50 milligrams and Olpin 10 milligrams. They kept me in the prison hospital for 4 years and then transferred me to the Smederevo prison in 2013 to serve a one-year sentence for marijuana. If I didn't have a prison sentence, I wouldn't be able to leave the hospital because they don't let people go out from hospital until you get the signature of someone who will vouch for your release. So it's hard to get out of the prison hospital. There is less discipline in the hospital than in the prison, you can lie in bed all day, people are not some criminals who sold drugs, but they are in the hospital because they threatened their mother, sister and the like. So there is no talk about drugs and crime like in prison. So the people in the hospital are non-violent compared to the criminals in the prison. But they kept me for 4 years and I got a little bored, every day the same thing, nothing happens.
When they transferred me from the hospital to the Smederevo prison in 2013, I stayed there for a year because of cannabis, until April 28, 2024. There are also no big criminals in this prison, a bunch of people are peasants who didn't pay traffic fines and were sentenced to 20 days in prison, so there is no violence and talk about drugs like at typical Serbian criminals.
When I was released from the prison in Smederevo on April 28, I immediately went to my brother in the village Porodin, to spend the night at him, but I got surprise, I saw the death certificate on the gate of his home, he died on April 4 while I was in the prison. Later they told me he died from lung problems, probably because he smoked a lot. He was 55 years old. I called his wife and daughter at the gate but no one answered and luckily his wife came later and let me spend the night in the house. Then I returned to Belgrade the next day and slept again under the bridge near the Fair in Belgrade. In May, I went to Porodin again for a 40-day memorial service for my brother, since I was not at the funeral on April 4 because I was in the prison. That's how I saw some relatives that I haven't seen since 2005, they are much older in 2024.
Since I was in prison for 5 years, my gmail and protonmail were shut down due to inactivity, and I didn't even have a phone number from 2019, that's why I couldn't login to the Bitstamp cryptocurrency exchange website to get money to rent a studio apartment in Belgrade. Even though I had a few thousand euros on that website, I had to sleep under a bridge. After some time, I managed to convince them that I am the owner of the account on their site and they gave me a login with a new email and google authenticator on my phone. Then when I got access to my money, I rented a room for 150 euros in Strumučka street near Dušanovac where I stayed for a couple of months. The owner sold the house and said we have to move out in 5 days, but I was lucky, I quickly found a studio apartment for 200 euros next to the Faculty of Economics. Apartments in the center are a minimum 400 euros, so I was happy to find an apartment for 200 euros in the center. Since I have access to a cryptocurrency exchange, I have no problem paying for a studio apartment and monthly living expenses. I decided to spend the entire summer of 2024 on Ada ciganlija and to look for a job in September when the heat passes. That's what I did, every day I read books in the library until 3 oclock in the afternoon, when the library closed, then I went to Ada until 9pm in the evening. And so every day. What is important to say is that there are no more spies following me since I was released from prison on April 28, 2024. It looks like it was enough for them to set me up for 5 years in prison. In September, I started applying for jobs, mainly web stores and packaging of products that people order through the online store, I was called for an interview only in Mercator, the others didn't call me. I know how to administer websites and a little windows and linux, but companies demand an IT university degree and at least 2 years of work experience. I also applied for a couple of sales jobs and washing dishes in a restaurant. The salaries they offer are generally 60-70 thousand dinars per month, about 600 eur, one or two days off per week, and the employee's registration. Better than in 2005 when I was last time in Serbia, in that time you couldn't get to the point of being registered, you worked illegally, you worked many years and you have no work years registrated, neither health insurrence nor pension.
What is important to say, when I was released after 5 years in prison, there were no more anarchist groups and websites from 2018 and 2005. The anarchist anarhija server has been shut down, as have a couple of news and book publishing websites. The Kontra-punkt website has been shut down, the Infoshop furia website exists, but nothing has been published for years, the same as on the website of the anarcho-syndicalist initiative. There is only one active place near the Pančevo bridge where anarchist discussions are held and punk concerts are organized, the place is called Akab okretnica. They have a website and a facebook profile. But when I tried to find them at the address, I didn't succeed, they are stuck between many companies and they don't have a street address. Apart from them, there are punk concerts in the KST club and the Fest club in Zemun, so I go there sometimes when there is a live concert.
Now it's September 17, 2024, I haven't found a job yet but I have money so I'm not in a hurry, I've registered on 5 dating websites and I've been talking to girls from Belgrade on sex sites for 3 months now, but they want to talk for two weeks to decide with whom they will have sex. In the west, especially in Switzerland, you go out for a drink with a girl, talk for two hours, and you can take her home for sex, they don't need two weeks to meet man to have sex. I also registered on a dating site for a serious relationship and there I stayed in touch with a girl from New York and Los Angeles. The two remained, I talked to 10 girls for 2 months, but none of them flew to Serbia to meet face to face, there were a couple of girls from Colombia, a couple from China and a few from America. Alexa from New York wants to be with me all her life and Camila from Los Angeles is jealous so we didn't meet. Now I'm waiting for Alexa to fly to Serbia when she can. She's 19 years old and I'm 49, age doesn't matter to her, she's young, beautiful, she promises me everything about sex and says she has friends that I can fuck. That's what I'm interested in, not the salary in the USA. Alexa also support me about threats to Serbian president, she thinks that politicians are not good, she lived in Colombia before NYC and she protested against government too. I told her that I am an anarchist and she wants to learn everything about anarchism and to make friendship with anarchists.
The movie star Jennifer Aniston also found me on Facebook, after 3 days of conversation she asked me if I wanted to be her husband. I told her that she has to come to Serbia to spend some time together and then we can see if we will be together for the rest of our lives, I am not interested in her money and fame. She said she will come in 2 weeks, we'll see if she really will. She also gave me the login information for her bank account, online banking, so I saw that it was really Jennifer and not anyone who created a profile on Facebook. Since I logged in from an IP address outside of Los Angeles, the bank blocked her account so she got a problem because the bank does not have an office in Los Angeles but in Seattle and the bank made her travel to Seattle to prove that she is the owner of the account and to unblock her account. It is always better to open an account in a bank that exists in your city and you should have two accounts in different banks, if one bank blocks you, you have money in another bank. Even though I'm an anarchist, I'm not against Jennifer's wealth because she made money as an actress in movies, actors are ordinary workers in the movie industry but they make a lot of money because they make a contract to get a part of the profits from the movie. Her films have grossed over $1.5 billion. She never had a factory to exploit workers, she is not close to the authorities in America, that's why I don't mind her wealth. And Novak Djoković, the best tennis player from Serbia, posses over two hundred million euros, he earned money from tennis and advertising for companies, so I'm not against his wealth. I believe that actors and athletes are not capitalists even though they have a lot of money. We will see what will happen, whether Alexa or Jennifer will come to Belgrade or neither will come. Even if they come, the American embassy will have a hard time giving me a visa to America because I have a criminal record. It says on the embassy's website that they do not grant visas to people convicted of any kind of drugs. And I have been convicted for cannabis and for threats to the president. Alexa told me if embassy refuse to give me a visa, we can live in Spain because her father lives there, I think Europe is a better place to live than America because there is less violence. As long as I am in Serbia, I will make anarchist news in Serbian language on the website: http://vesti.anarhizam.rs. When I leave Serbia it no longer makes sense to make news for Serbia. In any case, I have to find a job and work until Alexa comes to Serbia, and then when we get married, the process of issuing a visa at the embassy takes 9-15 months to move to New York, if they don't give me a visa, we will live in Spain. The important thing is that she has decided to be with me for the rest of her life and we will live in Europe if the American authorities do not let us to live in New York.
My new contact email from Sept.2024 is: rebel@bastardi.net
If you want, you can also send me encrypted message, my new gpg key for this email is: 984E3CAD00C62356C74783E90040B5CB8718D536, you can find it at key servers key.opengpg.org and
keyserver.ubuntu.com.
If you want, you can also use Tor to visit this website:
http://zqlvioyucit76r66klujowygqhq3awppxazt7v5twt4ll75rdlvsxayd.onion