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Hunger Strike – Day 2


April 10, 2012

When I was a kid growing up in a “land far far away” I used to read books by Jack London and Mark Twain. I mean, I did not read them; I “inhaled” them in a day or so. Once I started, I couldn’t stop reading about adventures of their heroes. In 1987 I arrived to Santa Clara’s Silicon Valley as a young engineer and one of the first books I re-read was the “Call of the Wild”, in English; the original language. I will always remember one of its first paragraphs: “Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley”.  That is where I was. I arrived to the place where my childhood story begun.

It is raining today in “the sun-kissed” Santa Clara Valley.  Since my hunger strike is not a “fast paced suicide mission” I decided to stay home. After all, I still have a roof over my head.  Not for long, but for the time being, it will do. 🙂

Today was the day when I continued packing my things to move them to public storage.  Each item that I picked to put in a Costco moving box evoked its own memory.  Dotar, Ektar and Katho are Indian musical instruments I bought from extremely talented street vendor in Calcutta, India. Birimbao was purchased at the flee market in Rio de Janeiro; Ukulele comes from Kaanapali Beach in Hawaii. My old turntable on which I was listening to my old vinyl records was pulled out of disk jockey’s desk in Belgrade, Serbia. It was a skeleton turntable (the only one I was able to afford at the time) and I built new power supply and case for it.  It still works fine.  Hundreds of my old cassette tapes store music that I was listening to when I played in a New Wave band, way back when I was a student. All of these items fit into one large box. That box is closed now,  ready to go to storage. I decided to keep my harp harmonica with me, but my guitars will go to my friends place to avoid being damaged by humidity.

Today was also the day when Santa Clara Municipal Utilities was to disconnect my electricity because of the outstanding balance.  Since I am going to occupy this house for one more week, I paid the bill and that left me with $900. That is all the money I have left.

I also received several support e-mails and I thanked people who wrote them . That was nice. There was also one e-mail in which person wanted to be removed from the mailing list.  That is cool, too.  I understand that my fight is not everybody’s priority and I wish them luck with whatever they are doing.

I hope it stops raining so I can go tomorrow in front of the Court to continue collecting signatures for my petition.

Good night everybody! 🙂

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Hunger Strike – Day 1


April 9, 2012

Today was the first day of my strike. I woke up at 7 AM, called a reporter in New York to give him an update on my situation. After I took a shower I called a law office that advertises taking cases considering fraud. I spent half hour on the phone with them and they promised to call me back in two or three days. Next phone call was to the  Serbian Consulate in Chicago to let them know that I am starting the strike and gave them instructions what I would like them to do in case something happens to me (I remind you, I’ve received death threats in the past).

Just when I was ready to depart for the court, around 9 AM, I found an eviction notice placed on my door by the Sherriff. It said that I must vacate my house by midnight on Tuesday, 4/19/2012. The definitiveness of the approaching homelessness struck me like a hammer. My whole body started shaking and in spite of my attempts to remain calm, I was not able to control it. I had to sit down, but even that didn’t help. Years of constant stress finally caught up with me. I was not able to move. I found the whole situation bizarrely funny. My brain was saying “Move, this is ridiculous”, but my legs didn’t listen and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. For years I resisted taking anti-depressant pills doctor prescribed me long time ago, but this time I decided to take them. This was stronger than me. I popped two pills and went to bed. I was out in minutes.

Woke up around noon, my body still weak, but I was determined not to be deterred by that. After all I am a grown man with a strong will and some funny feeling in my legs never stopped me in the past. I drove myself to the friend’s house and from there we drove to the Law Foundation of Silicon Valley. I wanted to see if they would be interested to take my case on pro bono basis. The lady who works in Public Interest Division was not there and I was given her direct number to call her back later.

From there we went to the Court House at 170 Park Plaza, downtown San Jose. I unloaded my things, banners, garden chair, small table and Petition against fraud and perjury for people to sign. As I set up my “shop”, new wave of strength overflew my body and I was ready to roll. Some of the Court sheriffs recognized me and greeted me with a smile. That felt nice. I was always pleasant with them in the past and ready to pop the joke. They took good care of me when I had my last strike two years ago. I felt good and ready to engage people who were passing in and out of the court to sign my petition.

I will talk about those encounters more in my next diary logs, but I must mention two cases today. First, it was a guy in his thirties who literary cried in front of me; he also lost everything due to false accusations he had to endure for three years of divorce proceedings, and the only thing that prevented him from becoming homeless was that he still has his mother who took care of him when he was down. He is still fighting for his son that he claims his ex neglects and leaves him for days unattended with some distant relative when she takes off on vacations with her new boyfriend.

There was also a lady with four kids who experiences the same treatment from her ex, for whom she claims that he is a drug addict. Her youngest son who was jumping all over the place had a chocolate mustache, which was cute, and we joked about that.

It felt good. People were talking to me, telling me their stories, as if they finally found somebody who would listen to their problems. One guy even called me “his hero”. Go figure; me and a hero in a same sentence. Eat your heart out Chuck Norris. 🙂

Friend of mine picked me up around 5 PM and I went home. I was done for the day. My girlfriend came around six and that gave me more strength. We spent cozy evening talking and watching TV. First we watched NCIS, which was a “boy’s” stuff and then we watched some “girly” stuff on Lifetime channel. Then it was time to go to bed. Tomorrow is the new day.

Good night everybody!  🙂

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