As the time goes by I get more certain that Yugoslav Army was a factor that broke up my family and forced me to Serbia back in 2003.
Serious panic attacks coming from rumors they spread around Serbia prevent me from walking free and shopping fully relaxed as I often get very stiff and uncomfortable while shopping as due to these rumors I feel I am always being monitored. Another thing, I cannot approach any girls as due to these rumors I get panic attacks since they also spread rumors about me being homosexual or crazy. I cannot get a real life here...
"what did he do now?":
There is an ongoing exhibition forged around the works of imo a third grade impressionist artist from Serbia - Nadezda Petrovic - in the Yugoslav Army House in Belgrade. Today I decided to take a look and relax a bit there. As soon as I came in the receptionist started following me around asking if she could take a look at my backpack since the number of catalogs on stand did not match her count. She saw me reviewing the catalog so she assumed that I stole one.
I agreed under a condition that if she did not find anything she ought to give me one gratis.
I also started boiling immediately, but went on with viewing the exhibit as nothing happened trying to calm down. Alas, she did not agree with the proposal and went to look for her boss.
Next thing I know, in rushed the boss lady asking the same thing which provoked me to rage. She marched toward me and asked that nonsense blatantly in front of at least ten onlookers which translates to more panic attacks and greater suspicion against me down the line as the rumors get bigger. Why do I have to worry about every shit that happens to anyone. Why do I have to worry about her catalogs, is she accusing me of stealing one or what?!
Deeply frustrated, I went and kicked the catalog stand several times so the books flew around the hall and towards the ceiling. I yelled "You have to stop it, picka ti materina!" meaning this terror has to stop whereby they are accusing me of everything anywhere I go. In the process I broke my toe.
I expected some understanding from the spectators but instead a guy came after me and stood into a karate attacking position. Serbian hero wannabe. Then the Military Police with guns came in, some military officers and Lieut. Col. Biljana Pasic who sort of diffused the situation while appologizing to me numerous times. She said "Please accept me apologies, but that was no way...", however, she did not know how I had felt esp. in these situations where prejudice takes place almost every day anywhere I go in this effin country. As I exited the building, in a matter of minutes the secret service guys dressed in US Secret Service style with neat suits and ties rushed in and before they made it around the corner I heard them saying "What did he do again?" There were two entirely black secret service vehicles "puch pigsauers" parked nearby, one had licence plate BG 310 42. I guess their inquiry explains everything about me around here. They just wait for me to do something again and all those beauts are led into provoking me by hearing all that nonsense about me. Then naturally I will do something about it.
Follow up (09.04.2011): Two old ladies were passing by as I overheard one saying: "...Returning? They are returning only the thieves?" So, there you go, USA and Serbia are winning hands down, and I take the Option c. Reminiscing the good times.
As someone said: "You are a trouble magnet!" It just sticks on me and I cannot shake it off werry well...
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