Pink colors of my Belgrade

 

With great pleasure I managed to “smuggle” a few comments in various dailies in my country about this content on the occasion of Breast Cancer Awareness Month: ‘Wonderful! My city in pink! Pride! Greetings and gratitude! I had an operation a couple of years ago. My diagnosis was bilateral breast cancer in the early stages. I am not active at all in these women’s organizations, but I am an active member of PeacePink international organization’.

Well, that’s roughly the comment that I pushed ‘for us’ even in Montenegro, not only in Serbia. Rarely does anyone know who we are, but of course, those who need to know – know it quite well. In my current torture by a deep criminal state, programed primitive and frightening dreams fall hardest on me! Also, the sleep deprivation project, according to the testimonies of the detainees from concentration camp Goli Otok in this area, was practiced 70 years ago. It has not yet completely given up on humiliating this seventy-year-old, “benevolent” old woman, by turning her into a sex slave.

You know the painful circumstances of my brave son’s death. If we say that being the target individual is the worst thing that can happen to you, then we need to know that it is worse than doing it to your child! My prayers for no forgiveness are constant.

In the public here and in the world, there are woman who have fought with breast cancer, so they talk about and they are given publicity. We, whose health is deliberately destroyed and who are killed by powerful specimens and monsters, do not have that publicity. The time of death is huge all around because of the Coronavirus, and I know that – courage, fear and death have never been more relative, and the structure on which this world rests has never been more farcical and hypocritical!

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