Young and old, Serbians are obviously provoked into violence by somebody /neko u srbiji podstrekuje psine na agresiju jer im se olaksava trgovina drogom ako obecaju da ce me napadati, provocirati; what else, what other interest they have; provocations emerge in logarithmic progression/. Today, March the 6th, as I was passing by Hotel Slavija Delux I ran into the group of hooligans reeking of ganja who spread across the entire sidewalk, so I quickly had to step out of my way in order not to be run down by this gang who obviously walked this way on purpose. That leads me to believe that Serbians are cowards that mostly attack in groups and from behind even though the strongest one of them looked taller and stronger than me. Watch your back in Serbia all the time.
That left such a negative impression on me, that after for the first time in years I had seen someone that looked like could be a good female friend of mine in tramway #14 and she even gave me these (quasi Masonic) test signals and walked along after exiting at my station; unfortunately, I was speechless which scared the shit out of this young lady who walked by me for almost twenty meters ... and to my speechless heart /koje inace nije zaljubljive prirode/ and dismay she entered the store (approx. at 20:30 h) in Vitanovacka Str; perhaps she'll read this and kn ow why I was the unsaying creep & I do not think she was pulling my leg, she did bear interest in me and it is just disgusting when I remember that even in such a hostile place like United States I could had made a company after some trying. And, I walked free there in United States - there were no hooligans in search of the trouble. However, U.S. are disgusting on the other side of the medal -that is when you make a family then starts the real unseen psychological warfare, which lasts and lasts, if they pick on you - the FBI goes after your wife, does abnormal things so when you hear what goes on you go mad, and it seems like it just happened that way, your wife was with someone, you hear about it from various people, but it all is a police set up. I am not saying it did not happen, I am saying it happened with the compliments of the (I guess secret) police and circles of power. In Serbia, it does not get to these levels, it is just more simple such as hooligans on the street which ruin your life so you are unable to relax and make yourself talk to the young lady. ..
That left such a negative impression on me, that after for the first time in years I had seen someone that looked like could be a good female friend of mine in tramway #14 and she even gave me these (quasi Masonic) test signals and walked along after exiting at my station; unfortunately, I was speechless which scared the shit out of this young lady who walked by me for almost twenty meters ... and to my speechless heart /koje inace nije zaljubljive prirode/ and dismay she entered the store (approx. at 20:30 h) in Vitanovacka Str; perhaps she'll read this and kn ow why I was the unsaying creep & I do not think she was pulling my leg, she did bear interest in me and it is just disgusting when I remember that even in such a hostile place like United States I could had made a company after some trying. And, I walked free there in United States - there were no hooligans in search of the trouble. However, U.S. are disgusting on the other side of the medal -that is when you make a family then starts the real unseen psychological warfare, which lasts and lasts, if they pick on you - the FBI goes after your wife, does abnormal things so when you hear what goes on you go mad, and it seems like it just happened that way, your wife was with someone, you hear about it from various people, but it all is a police set up. I am not saying it did not happen, I am saying it happened with the compliments of the (I guess secret) police and circles of power. In Serbia, it does not get to these levels, it is just more simple such as hooligans on the street which ruin your life so you are unable to relax and make yourself talk to the young lady. ..
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