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Hunger Strike – Day 5


April 13, 2012

Many times I pondered should I say this, should I make it public? Even now I am not sure I’m doing the right thing, but the pain I’m feeling at this moment is overwhelming.

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Dilemma 

I know from many parent’s testimonies that it is not smart to involve government agencies like Child Protective Services into the divorce quagmire. They have their own agendas and many times they are not acting in child’s best interest.

However, I feel helpless to protect my child. My daughter is my only love and she is everything I have. For years, the other side did everything to portray me as an unfit parent in court and tried to take my daughter away. For years, and tens of thousands of dollars later and many sleepless nights, I succeeded in preventing that from happening. I kept 50% custody for all that time. That is what my child wanted.  She wanted to be with both parents, even though she frequently fought with her mother, but I respected her wishes. She knew that the next week she would be with me and that there would be peace and quiet.  I assume that was not the ideal situation for her, but she learned how to cope with all of that and she remained straight A student in school.

And that worked until Wells Fargo foreclosed on my home this February. Immediately, the new owner, ValleyOne Investment LLC, wanted me to vacate the home.  I didn’t know how the process worked and I was afraid that, one day, they would just come and change locks and we would be left out on the street.  I did not want my child to lose all her possessions and memorabilia (she had won many awards for competition dancing and for playing clarinet and saxophone in her school’s symphonic and jazz orchestras), so we packed her things and moved them to mother’s place.  We agreed that she would need to stay with mother until I figure out what to do with the house issue.

Within days, tensions between her and mother started heating up. Within a week she wrote me that she wanted to run away from home because she did not want to be yelled at and screamed at any more.

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I immediately reported this to child’s attorney, but nothing was done. Child continued complaining about yelling and name calling for the next few days, so I went to Santa Clara Board of Supervisor’s Office and demanded that something has to be done because Court failed to protect my child and that I will sue the county if this abuse continues. Apparently, the lady I talked to contacted DFCS and DFCS subcontracted Gardner Family Care Corp. to look into the issue.

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Text Messages

Today, on April 13, 2012, just as I was getting ready to leave for my protest in front of the Court, I received series of text messages from my daughter.

“Hi dad, ok, so this morning mom got an e-mail from child services and she said that the letter said that I have to turn off internet. I read the letter and it said no such thing. Then she said someone called her and told her she should turn off internet in my room. I don’t believe her and said I won’t let her near it until I talk to this woman myself, but mom won’t let me… and is telling me that she’s gonna throw out the computer. Also, she’s being really mean and grounded (me)…”

“Oh and she also thinks that you’re gonna say that Milos (ex-wife’s new husband) raped me. I want to slap her in the face so badly”.

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“She’s just being mean, and yelling at me and threatening to shut off internet connection. Also, she just left and I’m home alone. She’s just trying to put me in the guilt trip and she’s saying mean things about you, me, and everybody else”.

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Memories came back. I remember being yelled at in my face from the top of her lungs, insults being slurred left and right, and I just couldn’t stand imagining my child being in the same situation. I know that mom doesn’t want child to have internet access so that she would not be able to complain about her “road rages” to me.

That broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do. If I went to pick up my child, she would call police on me, as she did in the past. She would then tell police that she is afraid for her life and I would risk being arrested. She’s already done that, twice. All I could do is to report the incident to Gardner Family Care Corp, and they promised that somebody will visit my child at home next week. I hope for the best.

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Thunderstorm

Last night there was thunderstorm in our “neck of the woods”. Ghastly winds, rain drumming loudly against the roof; thunders rumbling through the night. I was thinking: “Hey, I still have this roof over my head; at least until next Tuesday. This is good”.

Then my cell phone chimed. My daughter sent me a text message:

“Daddy, it’s thundering and raining and it’s really scary and I’m scared”.

I started crying…

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Hunger Strike – Day 3


April 11, 2012

He was scaling two, three steps at the time. It looked like he was flying down the courthouse stairs. He was a young guy. Dressed in, oh you know; the way young kids are dressed these days; over sized shirt and baggy jeans. He looked clean and groomed. As he approached the place where I had my protest signs displayed, he stopped and turned sideways towards me. He was eyeballing the whole setup and I was looking back at him mildly amused.

When our eyes met, he said: “You have some real stuff going on here man”.

“How so”? I asked.

“With that perjury stuff “, he answered.

“Oh yeah”, I said, “Would you like then to sign my petition to prosecute perjury in courts”.

“No man, I can not” he said.

“Why not”, I was puzzled.

“Because I’m seventeen; I’m too young to vote”.

“How come you know about perjury then”? I asked.

“That is how my mom took everything from my dad”, and he started walking away, “But I’m telling you, you have some real stuff going on here”.

He was still smiling and I was left speechless.

I am not going to tell you what the moral of the story is here. You decide it for yourself. I would just like to tell you that perjury is not something this young kid should know about and that it should not have affected his life in any way. I would also like to tell you that perjurers do not belong to any particular sex group; they could be men or women, equally. In any case, perjury is wrong because it destroys lives.

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Funny thing about the hunger strike; day two is the worst. Your stomach is protesting so loudly that you think the whole world can hear you. Cramps can be painful, and then you have to drink water to fool the system. Day three is when everything stops.  You do not feel hungry any more. Energy levels go up, your brain is clear and your thoughts are sharp. Truly, nature hides some big surprises where you do not expect them.

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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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