Neven Lovrić

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  1. [XHTML 1.0 Strict] I Hacked the Pentagon Because I Was Looking for Aliens, Globus, April 21, 2010 CEST. Reproduced under the special provisions of Article 30, paragraph 1 of the Penal Law of the Republic of Croatia and equal legal instruments of states distributed in. On August 1, 2012 UTC, I found out that the article suddenly no longer exists on the Globus site.
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  3. [200 DPI JPEG | 600 DPI PNG] Statement from Vice Mišković of October 27, 2011 CEST.
  4. [XHTML 1.0 Transtional] English translation of attached document № 3.
  5. [PDF] Digest of the book The Old-Iranian Origin of Croats, Zagreb - Tehrân, 1999.
  6. Response from Oliver Grbić of July 17, 2007 CEST.
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  7. [XHTML 1.0 Transitional] English translation of attached document № 6.
  8. Decision of Tomislav Dizdar of October 25, 2011 CEST.
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  9. [HTML] The USA Are Recommending 130 of Our Doctors (List), Slobodna Dalmacija, April 19, 2008 CEST. Reproduced under the special provisions of Article 30, paragraph 1 of the Penal Law of the Republic of Croatia and equal legal instruments of states distributed in.
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  11. [XHTML 1.0 Transitional] English translation of attached document № 10.
  12. [XHTML 1.0 Transitional] Slovenian Post tracking of my letter to Tomislav Dragun on February 29, 2012 CET.
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As further bad things may happen to me and since those who were jeopardized by the operations appear to already know about some of them, I have decided to let the cat partially out of the bag, to the extent that will not jeopardize others too much. Had none of the bad things that happened happened, I would never state anything at all regarding these matters to anyone; they would have remained "never happened".

  1. No later than April 2, 1997 CET, an eavesdropping and information gathering operation over the computer systems of the government and military of Yugoslavia was set in preparation. An employee of the Yugoslav government with access to the headquarters of the Ministry of Defence (see present-day Ministry of Defence of the Republic of Serbia) and other locations was involved - I will say no more on this point even under torture. Exactly due to this, the operation was "need to know" - Vice Mišković has no knowledge of this operation except for what he reads in this publication. The reason why I'm disclosing this information publically at all is because a letter - I sent a letter to avoid an e-mail being automatically intercepted by the United States of America at Gmail under the Patriot Act - I sent to Tomislav Dragun, who's on political asylum in the Republic of Slovenia, on January 31, 2012 CET, in which I wanted to let him know of the existence of the operation, was, apparently, intercepted at the Brežice post office, most likely by Slovenska obveščevalno-varnostna agencija (SOVA) - the Slovenian Intelligence-Security Agency, and returned to the post office on February 18, 2012 CET. Legally, the letter was supposed to be sent back to me on February 10, 2012 CET - after 8 days - if not delivered to the recipient. The letter also took 1 month to get back to me after being sent back from Brežice, because all of my mail recently takes ~2 weeks to pass through post office 10 000 Zagreb in Branimirova street - even mail sent to me by the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights of the United Nations in Geneva, Switzerland is being examined. See attached document № 12 and attached photograph № 1. This was also the first time any mention of the operation was transmitted over an unencrypted channel because Tomislav Dragun offers no way of receiving encrypted messaes - even in 1997, all communication between Zagreb and Belgrade was authenticated and encrypted using Rivest-Shamir-Adleman (RSA) in combination with the Data Encryption Standard (DES). In mid-May, 1997, a possible Serbian 5th column in Croatia noticed that I was connected to ns.gov.yu - the main Domain Name System (DNS) server of the government of Yugoslavia - using a Secure Shell (SSH) authenticated and encrypted connection and requested a statement, allegedly for the directorate of Sveučilišni računski centar (SRCE) - the University Computing Centre, so I wrote a ~1.5 or ~2.5-page statement containing useless information. However, all Internet Protocol (IP) traffic between Croatia and Yugoslavia was routed through a United States Army base in the continental United States of America, so it is impossible to say who actually noticed the connection. Due to this, the operation was cancelled. In mid-1997, someone called my (biological) father and told him that I would be found dead. My (biological) father immediately attributed this to his involvement with the Islamic Republic of Iran. Perhaps the caller should have stated why I would be found dead. A week and a half later, I was returning home around 1 AM by mountain bicycle. Close to where I lived with my maternal grandmother and (biological) mother, I noticed a car in Bulićeva street, which then went to Bauerova street and stopped at a green light at the intersection of Bauerova and Martićeva street that I was about to cross. After I entered the intersection from Martićeva street and turned left into Bauerova street, the drivers' light again turned green and he kept accelerating and driving right behind me. I managed to jump on the pavement with my mountain bicycle, between two cars, evading being run over by less than 1 second / half a metre.
  2. In 1998, the computer system of Wright-Patterson Air Force Base (WPAFB) was penetrated. Another person detected a vulnerability through electronic reconnaissance and I performed stack overflow and placed a POSIX remote-access rootkit and connection forwarder that I wrote in 1997, bouncer 0.2, into the system as a remote-access backdoor. The computer system of the base is connected to the computer system of the North American Air Defence Command (NORAD) and is one of its' most important above-ground counterparts - in fact, this was the base of the First Nuclear Attack Wing, similar strike groups, advanced aircraft, directed energy weapons of the former Strategic Defence Initiative (SDI), popularly known as Star Wars, etc. Had they even noticed the breach anytime soon, they would have asked nothing about it, knowing the Croatian presidents' stance on the Martin Brod situation.
  3. On a side note, Hugo Chavez claims that the United States of America are responsible for many anti-American politicians getting cancer. On the technical side, this could be achieved using X ray directed energy weapons, perhaps even orbital. The Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela might be targeted from geo-stationary orbital satellites, enabling precise targetting of objects (e.g. Hugo Chavez) on the surface over extended periods of time.
  4. Coincidently, my (biological) father, who left when I was 3 months old, lived elsewhere, and had little to do with me, has ties to the Islamic Republic of Iran. In 1995, he travelled to the Islamic Republic of Iran at the expense of the Iranian government. In 1998, in coordination with the ambassador of the Islamic Republic of Iran, M. J. Asayesh-Zarchi, he organized a symposium on the old-Iranian origin of Croats, co-edited the book The Old-Iranian Origin of Croats, and travelled to the Islamic Republic of Iran at the expense of the Iranian government. Basically, he talks to the embassy of the Islamic Republic of Iran and/or the Iranian Cultural Centre every so often. However, this and the preceding have nothing to do with each other, but I'm sure it's enough to make the Americans go AWOL.
  5. Since getting an account on a Sun Microsystems' SunOS/Solaris server at Sveučilišni računski centar (SRCE) - the University Computing Centre - at the age of 15 in 1995, I carried an A5-size black-cover-and-back notebook containing POSIX-systems- and Internet-related notes and access information - my Black Notebook (I also had a blue one for electronics, a red one for BASIC programming, and another, larger one for C programming) - with me almost every time I went there and to similar places. I never let it leave my site nor the vicinity of my body while I carried it around nor did I ever let anyone examine it - in fact, only 1+ person - it's not Vice Mišković - knew what type of information it contained. The notebook, however, did not contain any information on relevant persons I was in contact with as that is easy to remember compared to dozens of odd or seemingly-random passwords not picked by me. In 1998, I copied some of its' contents to several text files and wiped it out from the notebook, in the end copied all remaining relevant contents to text files without wiping them from the notebook, and hid the notebook within the matrice of the couch I slept on, with the intention of destroying it when I made sure the text files do not get lost or messed up at some point. After ~3 months, I wanted to look at it to consider whether to truly destroy this memorabilia or not, but it was no longer there. Only me, my (biological) mother, and maternal grandmother officially entered the flat during those ~3 months; however, we were on holiday for a month or so. It was bizarre to me how it could have disappeared unless my maternal grandmother found it and threw it away for unknown reasons or someone searched the entire flat without a trace, taking only the Black Notebook.
  6. Interestingly, my roommate at the faculty, whose father called to have his son join in on renting the flat based on my USENET ad WANTED: Dead or alive, said his father works for Protuobavještajna agencija (POA) - the Counterintelligence Agency - while we were watching the news on TV about the bombing of the Zagreb City Council building in 2001 and that he happened to be at the building on official business when the bomb exploded. I didn't make much thought of the claim that his father worked for POA until April, 2012. Someone's got to do it and it looks and pays nothing like James Bond. This roommate never actually went to the faculty - not a single time, but just spent all day at the flat, mostly sleeping, and later insisted that he get a job at my firm, working there until I started working for another company.
  7. Since late 2002, I lived in rented flats in Zagreb because my maternal grandmother became too abusive. My maternal grandfather divorced her in 1975 for this reason - I found this out after examining their divorce papers which include my maternal grandfathers' statement on why he was seeking a divorce. In the early 1990es, she prevented my maternal great grandmother from speaking at all and would beat her every other night, with me hiding on the balcony. This continued up to my maternal great grandmothers' death at the age of 92 in 1992, when she was found at the bottom of a staircase after, according to my maternal grandmother, attempting to go to church - to pray for mercy, apparently - after an argument - she died at a hospital after ~2 weeks. She kept cooking all meals for us until she, according to mymaternal grandmother, fell down the stairs at the age of 92 in 1992 - I didn't get meals regularly since she was gone. All that I could do regarding the beatings was to desperately beat against my desk and stomp my feet repetedly during the day - due to which the neighbours from the flat below started complaning after a while - while my maternal great grandmother deseperately weeped in the next room - due to which a neighbour called my maternal grandmother to why someone in the flat desperately weeping every day and my maternal grandmother simly lied that I am weeping - telling them that my maternal great grandmother is desperately weeping for no reason at all would not sound too convincing. My maternal grandmother was a graduated medical doctor an had a realistic but unwritten doctors' impunity before the law and society - this is why my maternal great grandmother couldn't call the police, because they would ach against her - a former worker at Tvornica ulja "Zvijezda" - the Star oil (for human-consumpton) factory - retired early due to led poisoning at work, who carried salt to Croatian Partizani - Communist anti-fascist - forces in the hills on foot an unknown number of times during World War II as Nezavisna Država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - (1941 - 1945) gave her home valley, Vinodol, etc. away to the fascist Kingdom of Italy - and not my maternal grandmother. In the late 1990es my maternal grandmother started being abusive towards me - even no meals were provided. I couldn't live with my (biological) father, who left when I was 3 months old, either, for multiple reasons. The lack of something to fall back to in case I have to leave my job or get fired allowed colleagues at work to be rude and later aggressive towards me - I was the only employee who didn't have a car etc. while other employees' mothers would call them telling them that lunch is ready with these employees insulting them.
  8. Sometimes in 2006, on one occasion, I went out of the flat I was renting for ~3 hours to pick up something from my (biological) father that my (biological) mother left for me with him. On another occasion, I went out of the flat I was renting for 15 minutes - I went to the closest store. Both times, I found my front door lock locked twice when I returned - I've been locking locks only once since I was 10, as this provides the strongest protection on locks available in Croatia - if you've ever disected a lock available in Croatia, you'd know why. Nothing inside the flat appeared to be disturbed or missing. My landlord came to the flat once per month, only while I was there waiting for to meet him, usually on the 1st Sunday of the month to pick up the rent and the bills and inspect the flat, sometimes with his wife, so I don't see why he would be sneaking in while I was not there or how he would even find out when I left for a short while. The neighbour he was friendly with might have had a copy of the key, but I don't see why she would monitor my movement and then enter the flat when I'm out of it for a short while. As I could figure out no other scenario on why the lock appeared to be tampered with, my best guess was that I locked it once and then locked it again by mistake, even though such things never happened to me before or after.
  9. Probably in 2006, but possibly in 2007, my (biological) father opened the Croatian section of Wikislavia and started writing moderately-nationalistic texts.
  10. In January, 2007, David Irving was being released from his imprisonment in Austria due to his research of the Holocaust. He was discredited as a historian because he either inaccurately stated or plain-out falsified the nature of Rudolf Heß' (Hess') - I still prefer to write using the original German alphabet - instructions to the police allegedly to prevent damage to Jewish properties, but actually to prevent damage to Gemran properties near Jewish properties which would, expectedly, be set on fire, and deleted the entire section of his book related to the Holocaust, even though he found only some Jewish evidence to be false or inaccurate. The subject began to interest me, so I read both pro-Holocaust and anti-Holocaust material to determine what the actual truth is and determined that there is almost no material evidence to prove the gassings at Auschwitz and that, at the same time, the traces of evidence that do exist suggest that it indeed did happen. I started contributing to Wikipedia, trying to point out the lies of both neo-Nazis and Jews related to this issue. For instance, neo-Nazis state that what Jews state are crematories are actually bakeries. I think that a man does not fit into an oven and that no crematory is the depth of an oven - so why not measure the depth of these crematories / ovens? I think that everyone is afraid of what might be discovered and how whatever facts discovered are interpreted. Scientists sometimes know something is so, but scrutinizing existing evidence causes a void. Politicians dislike voids. Basically, this creates a ban of science. A serious point of conflict occurred on the Mel Melmerstein article as I pointed out that Mel Melmerstein did not submit any material evidence to win the $50,000 reward, that the Los Angeles court ruled based on his story alone, and that in this story Mel Melmerstein claims he saw his mother and sister being taken into the basement of gas chamber № 5. None of the gas chamber buildings had basements. The Nazis demolished the buildings before the Allies reached Auschwitz - the "gas chambers" that stand today are not the actual gas chambers, but Polish replicas based on what the Poles think they looked like. Some aboveground buildings were most certainly there and demolished because they appear on an Allied reconnaissance photograph. I flat-out stated that the Los Angeles judge was not fair and impartial as the fair and impartial ruling should have been "lack of evidence" - but this would have been politically incorrect and would have given neo-Nazis an opportunity to present the ruling as "proof" that it did not happen. Basically, the judge lied to counter lies. However, Jews at Wikipedia did not want to have an accurate article stating all the pros and cons of his case, in which I even referred to parts of his book On bread alone. A Jewish psychopath stated that it's not a reliable source. How can his own book not be a reliable source? The entire history of the article was deleted against Wikipedia rules to prevent anyone from seeing what I wrote. The Jews did not even deny the statements - they just deleted any facts presented. An Italian who volunteered at a Holocaust memorial also tried to make this article factual - he even obtained some commentary from Noam Chomsky regarding the issue; however, he was publically insulted by Jews there. I wonder if something bad happened to him later on, also. Additionally, Jews there did not allow the "Jewish soap" issue to be mentioned at all. You see, sometimes during the war, British intelligence implanted a rumour that the Nazis were making soap out of Jews. Many Jews were convinced this was happening, but then the British informed them that it's a rumour they had invented. Also, there was the issue of a Third Reich (Nazi Germany) state officials meeting during which, as many claim, setting up of the gas chambers was discussed in code. Since I'm not the kind of guy to believe something I have not seen myself, I read the minutes of the meeting much like I read Nostradamus' prophecy which is interpreted in mass media as a prophecy of Armageddon. The minutes of the meeting do not suggest at all they were talking in code. Also, only Third Reich (Nazi Germany) state officials were present, so there was no reason to talk in code. It seems to me that Jews expect Third Reich (Nazi Germany) officials to have held only one meeting regarding the fate of Jews. As for the Nostradamus' prophecy of Armageddon, it does not talk about Armageddon at all. Everyone disbelieves "Nostradamus", but it's really not him who "prophesized" the nonsense incisively repeated in the media under his name. Then I also stated that David Irving is a historian, even though Jews don't want that to be stated. A rotten apple is still an apple. I'm really more dangerous to Jews / Nazis than any Nazi / Jew, because with Nazis / Jews they can do something against what they have written. However, with me, there isn't anything they can do to my statements, because I am factual as to the best of my knowledge, so they can only delete what I write, ban me, imprison me, torture me, kill me etc. No one really wants to hear the truth itself. My IP addresses (T-Com doesn't give you a static IP address) were publically visible.
  11. On February 1, 2007 CET, I moved to my 16th century maternal ancestors' stone house near the sea, where I previously spent 1 - 2 months during the summer almost every year and sometimes even went there in the winter. I was going to work from home and didn't have money for rent in Zagreb at that moment. All I needed was a phone line, which I pre-ordered in December, 2006. However, the two Jewish neighbours - I didn't even know they were Jewish at the time - who bought summer houses there, one only a few years previously, started attacking me. The older-residing Jewish neighbour, whom my maternal grandmother sued many years ago and who later broke her rear-view mirror - probably accidentally, but one never knows - threatened he would cut my phone line if I install it, ran off T-Com workers from Novi Vinodolski when they came to install it, and repeated that he would cut my phone line if I install it. I was without Internet access since moving there, which prevented me from working in IT. A Montenegrin neighbour (Montenegro forces shelled Dubrovnik, stating they would "build a better and older Dubrovnik"), who claims that he is from Dalmatia - he was born in Dalmatia, but his surname is Montenegrin, he looks like a Montenegrin, and his brother lives in Montenegro - and who studied for a locksmith / metalworker in Serbia, who killed his dog when he was too old to be entertaining, stated that he would most rather punch me with a fist in the face, kept attacking me for taking out the trash (he imposed impossible conditions of when I may leave the trash for the garbage men at the village square - allegedly, dogs would tear them apart if not left on a specific day at a specific time at which no garbage men ever came, attacking me whenever I left the trash for the garbage men outside of this time frame), and having my porch light on at night. The Montenegrins' wife, when she saw that I have a small key on my key chain, asked me what it's for, and, after I told her that it's for the bars, she asked me if I "enter" my "house through the bars". A Bosnian - he claimed he's a purger (people from Zagreb); yet, when I asked which part of Zagreb he's from, he said he's not from Zagreb - attacked me one evening when I stopped to rest during the up-hill ride and threatened to throw me off my mountain bicycle. Someone started puncturing my mountain bicycles' tires in front of my house every 2 weeks or so. After a while, I had a full collection of punctured tires. I originally suspected the Montenegrin, who goes out of his house every morning sometimes between 6 and 8 AM and pees against a wall near the "Slovenians'" house if they're not there on vacation, so I thought he might also be puncturing the tire after, apparently, marking his territory - he has a very nice toilet on the same floor he sleeps on, so there is no other apparent reason for him to be doing that. Between August, 2002 and December, 2003, the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour, her husband, or son threw a bottle of Whiskey on my roof - this was my first sign of what kind of "nice" new neighbours I've gotten. In 2007, she kept provoking me while I was cleaning up and arranging the exterior of the house and placed a ~75-centimetre concrete shoe on top of the stairs leading to my house - not caring whether or not I would fall and break something while carrying my mountain bicycle - and, at the same time, built herself additional small stairs so that she herself wouldn't accidentally fall while going down to her house. Her husband behaved like this: I stood in front of my front door holding an open milk packing; he comes to his house and instead of greeting me says "Popij to!" - "Drink it!" - and enters his house. The older-residing Jewish neighbour stated that 5 of them should come to my place and turn off my water, as I'm, allegedly, not paying for it; yet, the bill was ~1.30 € per month (‼) and I had even paid for 10 months in advance.
  12. In February, 2007, while everything was still pleasant with the Montenegrin, I brought him and his wife fried pork. However, he said "Svinjetina (baš i) nije za nas." - "Pork is not (quite) for us." (the words in the round brackets might not have been stated; I do not remember how he said it, exactly). I don't understand why that would be: he isn't Jewish that I am aware of and he isn't a Muslim; he also isn't rich enough not to eat it.
  13. The Montenegrin said something interesting one day while he and the older-residing Jewish neighbour were giving me a hard time and I resisted verbally: he said that a relative of mine - an elecrotechnical engineer who is only a few years older than me and had a daughter a year or so previously - was also "trying something" (i.e. resisting verbally); it would be interesting to interview this relative of mine to see what he has to say. My family never had much to do with any of my relatives, because they never really had much to do with anyone - my (biological) mother has only one friend - so I don't really know any of them that personally, much less what their exact relation to us is, even though this relative drove our car to Zagreb in 1997, because my maternal grandmother was dizzy or something and my (biological) mother doesn't have a drivers' license. I didn't pass the driving exam myself on the first try, as I can't see the speed limit on the freaking road signs, because I have 3 eye illnesses: Hypermetropia, Astigmatismus, and Strabismus; yet, I was assigned to Hrvatsko ratno zrakoplovstvo (HRZ) - Protuzračna obrana (PZO) - Croatian Air Force - Anti-Air Defence.
  14. On a side note, when the French president ordered the airstrike on the house of the leader of the Serb Republic in Pale, after some French soldiers serving within the United Nations were killed by forces of the Serb Republic, two French Mirages penetrated Croatian airspace below radar, flying only metres above ground, passing above the neighbouring village in the direction of Pale, while me and another relative were in the neighbouring village. The relative in question was a refugee from Sarajevo; he threw himself on the ground next to a house within less than a second, covering his head with his arms, because that's how they survived in Sarajevo - he and his mother escaped through the Sarajevo tunnel, while his father and older brother remained to fight.
  15. The Montenegrin also kept badmouthing another relative of mine who's a few years older, has his grandmothers' house 15 metres from the Montenegrins' house, and lives in Rijeka. The Montengerin incesively kept repeating that the police are looking for him; I wonder if they did something to him, also. I haven't seen him since the 1980es. 3 guys - I guess his friends as they came in a Zastava, Yugo, or similar - came looking for him one day in 2007, but I didn't ask them anything.
  16. Interestingly, my relative, an attorney from the house neighbouring the Montenegrins' was found dead in the alley to the side of his house in the late 1990es; the police assumed he fell from his balcony. His house is now empty, with a front door that keeps opening in the wind, as his two daughters don't seem to come there anymore.
  17. Due to the joint and systematic judo-montenegro-bosnian attack on my transportation and communications, I was probably the only IT professional in the Republic of Croatia without Internet access. At the end of the 1990es, two half-Serbian brothers - teenagers - with Serbian names and surnames lived there; I don't know if they were still there in 2007. Their father went to Serbia during the Homeland War - someone even said he went to fight on their side. The older brother attacked me in 1998, during which the local phone booth got broken. All IT professionals in the world have Internet access, even the one maintaining the computer systems of the United States Army on Antarctica, near the South Pole; their Internet access is provided via satellite - one of the principle developers of the Internet Protocol (IP) suite, which is the core technology of all internets, incliding the Internet, was the Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) and it is the axis of most Department of Defence (DoD) communications as it is capable of maintaining a communications channel as long as one route between two systems remains (i.e. almost all systems inbetween get destoyed during a nuclear strike). My transportation and communications capabilities resembled transportation and communications capabilities of peoples under attack from the Israeli Defence Force (IDF) in coordination with the Montenegrin military in coordination with the Bosnian military.
  18. All 3 of these neighbour and some other non-Croats from the village terrorized my immediate neighbour, retired Homeland War veteran with a wounded leg (he had a limp), Robert Car, and had him taken away to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - at the end of 2002 or the beginning of 2003. The last time I saw him, he was very scared, sort of like Jews in Nazi Germany. Homeland War veterans cannot stand Serbs and they tend to push them out if there's more of them than Serbs - I've seen this in Zagreb; likewise, Montenegrins, former Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - informants etc. cannot stand Homeland War veterans if there's more of them than Homeland War veterans. Robert Car died in 2005, at the age of only 40-something, apparently at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital. I have requested the badge numbers, official identity numbers, names, and surnames of the police officers involved, but the Commissioner of the Primorsko-Goranska Police Department classified all this data, including badge numbers and official identity numbers, as a state secret with a secrecy level of RESTRICTED. See attached document № 8.
  19. My paternal grandfather, Mihovil Lovrić, professor of history, vanished on the island of Krk in 1976 after going to meet with someone. His body was found at sea a few days later, a few kilometres away. Prior to his death, unknown people started stopping him on the street. His field of research was history, including theories contrary to state-enforced theories, jeopardizing the unity of the peoples of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. According to my (biological) father, aunt, and information allegedly obtained by an operative of the executive section of Sigurnosno-informativna služba (SIS) - the Security-Informative Service - or Služba za zaštitu ustavnog poretka (SZUP) - the Service for the Protection of Constitutional Order - at the end of the 1990es, he was killed by Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service, previously known as Uprava državne bezbednosti (UDBA) - the State Security Directorate.
  20. On top of that, Andrija Vrkljan, former officer of the Yugoslav Royal Navy and later commander of the 70-something-vessels-strong Hrvatski pomorski sklop - Crno more - Croatian Naval Assembly - Black Sea - of the Kriegsmarine of the Third Reich (Nazi Germany) - the only existing Croatian naval forces at the time as the fascist Kingdom of Italy did not allow Nezavisna Država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - to have naval forces - against the Soviet Navy, recipient of an Iron Cross 1st Class, later an officer of the High Command of Ratna mornarica - the War Navy - of Nezavisna Država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - and one of the two persons authored by the government of Nezavisna država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - to surrender the Independent State of Croatia to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland in early May, 1945 prior to Bleiberg is some kind of relative of my (biological) mothers'. It's the equivalent of being a German and being related to Karl Dönitz. This detail certainly caught the eye of anyone at Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - unless all of them were eating donuts all day. My parents got married a year before my paternal grandfather was found dead.
  21. Tomislav Vrkljan (later director of the Post of Trojedina kraljevina Srba, Hrvata i Slovenaca - the Triunal Kingdom of Serbs, Croats, and Slovenes - with a similar position within Nezavisna država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - was one of the people who burned the Hungarian flag in Zagreb in 1895, after it was hoisted above the Croatian flag. All of my maternal grandfathers' ancestors and their first born sons are named Tomislav Vrkljan, after king Tomislav; my (biological) mothers' uncle, his son, and grandson are also named Tomislav Vrkljan. However, I have never met them, as my (biological) mother cut off all communication with my maternal grandfather and his family after my maternal grandparents divorced after my maternal grandmother became too abusive - which I found out from their divorce papers which include my maternal grandfathers' statement on why he was seeking a divorce - my maternal grandfather leaving my maternal grandmother and (biological) mother the large flat in the centre of Zagreb. On a side note, my maternal grandmother later prevented my maternal great-grandmother from speaking at all, would beat her every other night until my maternal great grandmother died at the age of 92, and was abusive towars me - without my (biological) mother, my maternal grandmothers' inheritor, objecting to either - but all those details would require another publication of this size. At the meeting of the Vrkljans in Zürich, Switzerland in the 1990es, no one could establish who is the descendant or the closest relative of general baron Josip Vrkljan; however, there are not many Vrkljans and they're all from Sveti Rok - Saint Rok.
  22. Irena Vrkljan is my (biological) mothers' half-cousin or something like that.
  23. The Montenegrin, who studied for a locksmith / metalworker in Serbia, and a Bosnian, who invented a ridicule that I am afraid of dogs and kept repeating it incisively and whose sons later threw rocks at me, are likely to be former Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - informants. The SDB had informants everywhere - anyone one talked to was a possible informant of the State Security Service. The European Union is presently developing the INDECT and XplicoAlerts systems, which will enable it to perform the same functionality without informants. INDECT will monitor the movement of all persons and objects across the European Union by matching their faces / shape / colour from one camera to another. XplicoAlerts can, inter alia, alert against dissent in all Internet communications throughout the European Union. This will, most likely, eventually result in a totalitarian European Union of whatever orientation. An example of how this can work is: you load too many dissenting web pages; a police officer is immediately alerted and decides on whether the police will be immediately dispatched to your location to arrest you. There are some even scarier functions I would implement in the INDECT system if I were making it - it's not improbable that they will implement these functions, also. XplicoAlerts is, allegedly, being developed for the purpose of catching criminals; however, the way it operates violates the presumption of innocence of the Convention for the Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms. As far as crime is concerned, there is no need to monitor all Internet communications across the European Union - which is being done, already, anyway, by specific governments.
  24. Socijal-Demokratska Partija - the Social-Democratic Party, using the Russian word "Partija" for "Party", instead of the Croatian word "Stranka" - are in power both in the valley and in Crikvenica. They are the de facto continuation of Komunistička partija - the Communist Party. I'm a libertarian, so I didn't care about them, but perhaps they cared about me, and, in particular, about my (biological) father, Andrija Željko Lovrić, according to him a member of Hrvatski nacistički pokret - the Croatian Nazi Movement - since 2009; not to mention that he presently corresponds with Mladen Schwartz etc. every so often. "Possible" interest?
  25. In 2007, Croatia was attempting to join the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO). The United States of America lead NATO.
  26. Probably in May, 2007, a very-dark-blue, vary-dark-green, or very-dark-red car with two unknown men was parked at the beginning of the village.
  27. I was arrested on no charges on June 15, 2007 around 4:00 PM CEST, searched, interrogated, and my house was searched. The police officer who arrested me has an, apparently, non-Croatian surname. His father is also a potential former Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - informant. During interrogation, he aggressively "accused" me that "a white car with Zagreb plates comes to" my "house every 2 - 3 nights", which he aggressively repeated after I told him that it comes to him and not to me. Apparently, I was arrested for having a white car with Zagreb plates come to my house every 2 - 3 nights!?! He also asked me ridiculous questions while we were driving up to the village, such as if I have seen any wild animals in the valley, to which I replied that there are wild bore in the valley and sometimes there are bears, to which he ridiculingly laughed as if it's not true. Even the weekenders know that bears sometimes come into the valley. In the house, he was very interested in my water heater that was hanging from the wall. He also attacked me when he saw that I cooked sausages, as if it has some special significance or as if I'm not supposed to eat sausages. During the search, they photographed milk bottles that I had in one room, boxes with all my stuff and a small, white plastic bag with trash - up close - that I had in the other room, and a black trash bag in the basement - which the Montenegrin let me take out only at the time when no garbage men ever came - probably for the purpose of showing it to someone, as if it has some special significance. It was like being arrested by circus clowns who started attacking me inside my own house. On the drive back to town, the driving police officer waved his hands over his head in a "crazy"-indicating manner. Oliver Grbić - later promoted to Director of Police of the Republic of Croatia and member of the National Security Council - wrote me a bogus explanation that I am an unknown person there; yet, I spent 1 - 2 months there almost every year and sometimes even went there during the winter, my maternal ancestors founded the village in the 16th century and built that house soon after, my maternal great grandmother is from the neighbouring village - an Illirian settlement, many people from the village are my relatives, half of the village knew exactly who I was before I moved there, and the other half learned who I was from the first half after I moved there. Apparently, I was arrested for being an unknown person in my own village!?! I also explicitly demanded that it be stated who claimed that a "white car with Zagreb plates comes to" my "house every 2 - 3 nights", but he did not respond to that. Also, he did not name these "inhabitants" of the village who, as he states, reported me. Oliver Grbić states that the police officers acted professionally, however, I wouldn't say so; I'd say I was arrested by psychopaths (e.g. the Manson family: they would break into peoples' houses, move furniture a bit, and then leave, making the people who live there think that there's something wrong with their perception (i.e. that they have gone mad)), lunatics, and/or people with a special interest. I wonder if Robert Car was also arrested in such manner before being imprisoned and, apparently, killed at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital. See attached documents № 6 and 7.
  28. After this, the villagers - who previously barely noticed me - started attacking incisively, looking at me as if they wanted me to drop dead on the spot. The shorter-residing Jewish neighbour and her husband held a lunch for several people during which they loudly exclaimed "Lud!" - "Crazy!" - 2 or 3 times so that possibly I could hear it.
  29. A few days after the arrest, a house less than 50 metres away from mine was broken into. What is interesting is that nothing was taken. Due to the vicinity to my house, the fact that the village has 80+ other houses that could have been broken into, and the fact that nothing was taken, this was immediately suspicious to me. Who in the village was most skilled and/or equipped to break into a house and not steal anything from it? The Montenegrin is a locksmith and the older-residing Jewish neighbour has a floor full of tools. It also might have been the police, sons of Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - or similar.
  30. The brother of the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour aggresively asked me where I was after the house less than 50 metres away from mine got robbed and attacked me over having a flat tire - no shit; why did I have a flat tire? The villagers even started shouting "Jebem'ti vraga!" - "Fuck the devil!" or "Fuck the Devil to you!" - at me as I would pass. The older-residing Jewish neighbour stated that my house should be demolished and told some woman he was courting in his garden that I don't pay for my electricity.
  31. I then had to start going out of the house only when absolutely necessary - to go shopping etc. - much like Jews in Nazi Germany in the late 1930es, to avoid a possible physical confrontation for which I would be blamed, arrested, and imprisoned. Prior to this, I went to Crikvenica practically every day, doing ~10 kilometres with my mountain bicycle each time, both downhill and uphill. I was in such form that I could ride my mountain bicycle uphill non-stop. The son of the owner of a restaurant - whose name I know - who's a father of two girls who sometimes help him arrange it, can confirm that I came to his restaurant almost every day. He also bet on sports - however, I did it using statistical analysis - and I even assisted him with his professional mountain bicycle, which he bought from some German who bought it just to ride it while in Crikvenica and then sold it to him for next to nothing when leaving. A Bosnian girl and the workers at a Bosnian restaurant with ice-creams can also confirm that I came to their restaurant almost every day. When I had to stop going to town every day, I had a 200-Kunas winning betting slip that I never picked up.
  32. Since I went into town only every 2 - 3 weeks, the cell phone operator started disconnecting my cell phone almost every month as I either didn't go to town before it was due or, sometimes, didn't have time to pay the bill after taking care of more pressing business, when I went to town.
  33. Probably on August 22, 2007 UTC, I returned from an overnight trip to Zagreb. I went to the market area. It started raining and about 30 people took cover under the porch of the Riviera store. Two unknown men started talking ~2.5 metres from me. One of them - a chubby, ~175-centimetre tall man with black hair - said to the other "Tu je i Nenad Lovrić; on ina takvi programi da ga nitko ne može pratit'." - "Nenad Lovrić is also here; he has such programs that no one can track him.". The sentance was spoken using a mixture of the Chakavik dialect - the local dialect - and the official, Shtokavik dialect of the Croatian language. Some people tend to call Nevens to Nenads, even though that is a Serbian name and means somethimg completely different. This might indicate he was somehow related to Serbia since he mistook my first name for Nenad. After that sentence, neither made any reference to me and talked about something ordinary, which I neither bothered to memorize nor did I pay further attention to their conversation after a while, continuing my shopping after 10 - 15 minutes.
  34. In late August, 2007, I reported the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour for breaking into the adjacent house of my relatives, from which they previously had wounded Homeland War veteran Robert Car taken to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital. However, they were neither arrested nor charged, but merely told to take out their firewood from the house. The problem is that this same neighbour also steals my cherries and quinces - which cost 10 times more than the most expensive apples - every year and steals fruit (e.g. nuts) from various properties all over the forest; however, in Croatia nothing can be done about this as Croatia is not a state of law. In some jurisdictions, she and her husband would already be missing both arms - I don't know what they do to people who break into houses in such jurisdictions.
  35. In late August or sometimes in September, 2007, on one of the few occasions that I dared to venture outside the house, a probably-dark-blue car with only the driver inside was parked in the same spot where the two men were parked, probably in May, 2007. It drove away towards town immediately after I stopped with my mountain bicycle while going to town and looked at it.
  36. On October 7, 2007 UTC, my (biological) father joined Metapedia, the Internet encyclopaedia of the European far-right, referred to as "the Fourth Reich" by some sites, and proposed its' Croatian section, which is now (2012) more than fully-operational, with him as the administrator.
  37. On November 2, 2007 UTC, my (biological) father joined the Iran Defence Forum.
  38. On November 3, 2007 UTC, my (biological) father joined Stormfront - White Nationalist Community.
  39. Probably in October, but possibly November, 2007, on one of the few occasions that I dared venture outside the house, I was returning from town by mountain bicycle late in the evening. ~150 metres away from the house, someone whistled, shortly, as if signalling. As I was entering the house, I noticed that someone is approaching the house only a few metres behind me. I quickly closed and locked the door. The village is ~85% deserted at this time of year. If someone attacked me, no one would even hear it, as only three people live in two houses within a 50-metre radius. This is a Croatian-type coastal village in which most houses in the village lean on one another; the few people that are there during the winter don't see each others' houses directly and mine is on a corner of the village, surrounded by forest on two sides.
  40. Probably in January, 2008, someone stole my 2,000.00-Kunas Shimano-gear-with-XT-changers mountain bicycle.
  41. When I returned to the village at the beginning of February, 2008, I found a saw handing on my doorknob. A few days later, I ran into the Montenegrin and asked him who hung the saw, to which he replied that he "hung it to protect" me "from enemies".
  42. Possibly on February 4, 2008 CET or on another one of the few occasions that I dared venture outside the house, some kid with a run-down Zastava 101 who was going to the neighbouring village with a post office etc. picked me up and drove me to my village. I list this due to the polices' later claims.
  43. In early 2008, on one of the one-digit occasions that I dared to venture outside the house that year, I was, again, attacked by a police officer very publically - basically, in front of as many people as possible - while shopping at a store. I was holding two heads of butterhead lettuce and was about to measure their weight. Suddenly a police officer walks in like Terminator 2000, goes straight for me, states "Dokumente!" - "Documents!", and asks that I show him what I have in my backpack. He was rough up to the point when he realized that he knows me from before, because he interviewed me regarding the shorter-residing Jewish neighbours' break-in into the adjacent house of my relatives. Then the police officer told me that he doesn't know why he was sent for me and, after contacting his superiors via the radio in his car, told me that everything is all right and, when I asked him where this came from, he said "Da ti velim odakle je došlo, morao bi ti lagati." - "If I were to tell you where this came from, I would have to lie.". The store manager came and apologized, saying that he saw how the police officer came in and that he is sorry that this happened to me in his store. I called the chief of police twice during the subsequent days, but his subordinates told me that he's out in the field each time; when I finally managed to reach him, he refused to discuss the incident over the phone.
  44. One time that I was at that store, an unknown woman said to another "He doesn't even have a phone." - yes, why do I "not even have a phone"? This might have been the time that I was, later on, attacked by the police officer.
  45. The time the police officer attacked me, before the police officer attacked me, a taxi driver - whose name I know - who transported my supplies a few times ran into me and greeted me, I greeted him back, he asked how it's going, and I replied that it's going ok. I list this due to the police' later claims.
  46. The time the police officer attacked me, I had a taxi driver from Crikvenica - whose name I know - deliver all of my shopping to the front of my house the next morning, when he also asked me if I know of any run-down houses which his friend could buy and renovate for himself, so I showed him the adjacent house of my relatives and we also talked about him taking my Bosch (?) driller to Rijeka for repairs the next time he would go to Rijeka and, possibly, buying a new mountain bicycle for me at Pevec - I had their catalogue - the next time he would go there. I list this due to the polices' later claims.
  47. Probably in May, but possibly in June, 2008, a postman (chubby, ~185 centimetres high) from Crikvenica, who was replacing my usual postman from the neighbouring village because he had broken something, delivered a silver or golden Tomato number to me. However, since I had to sign for the delivery and it was raining, he entered a little into the house. I remembered this detail on April 30, 2012. This has significance regarding the polices' later claims of what state the house was allegedly in.
  48. I couldn't work in IT because the longer-residing Jewish neighbour prevented me from having a phone line and I couldn't move back to Zagreb because I didn't have enough money to rent a flat there and my (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, kept sending me sums of 1,000.00 Kunas (~133 €; their income was ~17,000 Kunas per month - ~375% of the average salary in Croatia at the time + they have ~700,000 € in almost-exclusively-inherited property (2 flats in Zagreb - ~87 and ~60 m2, 2.5 houses near the sea - ~100, ~200, and unknown m2, a part of a house in Sisak, Biedermeier furniture, a lot of land near them, land in Zagreb, and land at Mrežnica), 22 shares of Industrija nafte (INA) - the biggest Croatian oil company, and 300,000 Kunas (~40,000 €) in banks, which makes them one of the 4,500 (0.1%) of the richest families in the Republic of Croatia) in random intervals, on random dates (I obtained a list of transactions from my bank in 2011 and saw that the pattern is bordering with insanity), without me even knowing if some money arrived or not, while either telling me 2 - 3 sentences and then not allowing me to tell her anything whenever I managed to reach her via telephone or turning her cell phone off completely, for months, so that I can't find out when and if she'll send anything, which depleted most of the sent 2,900-something Kunas per month, turning it into 800.00 - 1,200.00 Kunas (~107 - ~160 €) per month usable for supplies and all other expenses, because I had to order from a restaurant when I didn't have enough money to arrange the delivery of a large supply and had to pay 100 - 150 Kunas for transportation of supplies plus telecommunications costs each time. Also, I was able to use only mobile Internet, which cost 60,000.00 Kunas (~8,000.00 €) per gibibyte on pre-paid VIPnet or 20,000.00 Kunas (~2,666.66 €) per gibibyte on pre-paid Tele2; thus, I kept spending several hundred Kunas on mobile Internet just for basic surfing. Today (2012) this costs 50.00 Kunas (~6.66 €) per gibibyte, pre-paid, on all networks. Had I a phone line, I would have paid 20,00 Kunas (~2,66 €) per gibibyte. I was even considering arranging a phone line in a neighbouring village and then using a directional antenna to connect with a computer hooked up to it or something, but I needed 5,000.00 - 10,000.00 Kunas to do such a thing. It seems the financial algorithm in my (biological) mothers' head is Antisocial Personality Disorder F60.2. Of course, this is not very surprising, as they live like welfare cases - they never owned a car or even a bicycle and my (biological) father doesn't even have a TV set, other than the one my maternal grandmother gave them in the 1970es - the only one my (biological) father ever had, which my (biological) father broke in the 1970es, even though they had a 17,000-Kunas-per-month income (~375% of the average salary in Croatia at the time). My now-deceased (since 2010) maternal grandmothers' TV set died sometimes in 2011 and my (biological) mother has not fixed it yet (2012), meanwhile paying ~1,200.00 Kunas - the amount equivalent to the price of two used TV sets - for cable TV per year, not to mention that she kept paying for my now-deceased maternal grandmother as an additional user of water for over 1 year, with me asking her about it every few weeks - if she has money to throw away, why not give it to me?
  49. Probably in July, 2008, I received threats from someone who appeared to be from the Istrian mafia or similar, due to attempting to purchase - apparently - their godmothers' platinum T-Mobile number - of course, I didn't know whose it was, which offended them, so one of her guys kept calling me - he even rang my number just minutes after turning it on after a few days of it being turned off. They gave up after two weeks or so.
  50. In the first half of August, 2008, a guy from Rijeka whose name I know and could possibly produce him as a witness delivered some items to me. I list this due to the polices' later claims.
  51. On August 13, 2008 CEST, I filed criminal charges with the Municipal State Attorneys' office (case KR-DO-266/08 - 3 months' to 3 years' imprisonment, as determined by the Municipal State Attorneys' office according to the description of the felony) against the longer-residing Jewish neighbour for aggravated theft from the adjacent house of my relatives, from which they had wounded Homeland War veteran Robert Car taken to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital.
  52. Probably around August 15, 2008 CEST, a guy from Slavonia who has a benzene Mercedes called me regarding purchase of two platinum VIPnet numbers for him and his partner, for 1,999.00 Kunas, each. They're actually worth around 3,000.00 Kunas, each, but I wanted to speed up sales by several months. He wanted to come to get them personally, but I didn't have the numbers with me, yet.
  53. On August 20, 2008 CEST, a postman delivered a letter from the Municipal State Attorneys' office regarding the longer-residing Jewish neighbours' aggravated theft from the adjacent house of my relatives. The neighbours might have seen that something of this nature was being delivered.
  54. Probably around August 20, 2008 CEST, a guy Split called and also wanted 2 of the same 3 platinum VIPnet numbers for 1,999.00 Kunas, each. I told him that they're not with me, yet, and that another guy already reserved 2.
  55. Probably on August 23 or August 25, 2008 CEST, the guy from Rijeka delivered some more items to me. I still owe him 200 Kunas, which I didn't return to him because extreme shit transpired less than two weeks later.
  56. Around August 25, 2008 CEST, I managed to arrange purchase of a ~5,000.00-Kunas-worth platinum T-Mobile number for multiple times less. It could be worth even more. My former bosses' diamond number (1 of 2 in circulation out of 6 possible in the Republic of Croatia) is worth at least 10,000.00 Kunas; however, due to the amount of money he has, I doubt he would sell it for less than 30,000.00 Kunas, if he were desperate for money, or 100,000.00 Kunas if he were just selling it on the side. Since the police jacked me, I didn't even get to brag to the vanity number dealer from Split about the deal that I made just a few months after starting.
  57. Basically, I had 3 × 1,999.00 Kunas + ~5,000.00 Kunas = ~11,000.00 Kunas coming to me within a few days and some other anonymous pre-paid accounts with reward money gathered on them I could have sold after investing approximately ~500 working hours into all that to build up the business, messaging and talking to sellers / customers over cell phones - even some young businessman-sounding man from Zagreb that was accidently in Crikvenica - since the older-residing Jewish neighbour prevented me from having a phone line and Internet access - and the business starting to roll, all of which I lost as the police jacked me. Additionally, I lost all the equipment that I used for that business. It's kind of like a jeweller that runs all aspects of his store just to sell one diamond necklace per month. You also get some interesting chats like with a woman from Vinkovci or Vukovar, whose friend wanted to spy on her husbands' phone due to infidelity, so I explained how that would theoretically be done and we talked for an hour about such things and she said she sometimes comes to Rijeka. I only managed to salvage a Tomato platinum number which I sold for 697.00 Kunas in 2011 to a guy who was looking specifically for a good Tomato number and this is one of the one-digit such numbers in circulation, so it's actually worth around 1,000.00 Kunas.
  58. On August 29, 2008 CEST, I had some items delivered to my doorstep, but was too lazy to take them all in immediately.
  59. Probably on August 30, 2008 CEST, a dentist from Crikvenica who has two apartments called me regarding my ad and we talked for ~15 minutes. I list this due to the polices' later claims that I spoke incoherently.
  60. On September 1, 2008 CEST, the Montenegrin came and threatened that the other neighbours will call the police if I don't remove the items from my property. As I was not about to obey immigrants or be intimidated by their threats, I left the items exactly where they lay.
  61. Probably on September 3, 2008 around 1 PM CEST, the Montenegrin, the longer-residing Jew, and the shorter-residing Jews' husband had a meeting. Either during that meeting or in April, 2009, the Montenegrin referred to me as "crni vrag" - "black devil" - referring to the fact that I always wore black, which he probably associated with the colour of the uniforms of Hrvatske obrambene snage (HOS) - Croatian Defence Forces - whose previous incarnatin were the official armed forces of Nezavisna Država Hrvatka (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - which my relative, Andrija Vrkljan - recipient of a Third Reich (Nazi Germany) Iron Cross 1st Class for his participation against the Soviet Navy, and foreign minister, Vjekoslav Vrančić,were supposed to surrender to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland in early May, 1945. Howwever, someone else usually wears black in the following combination: black coat, white shirt underneath, and black pants, or white T-shirt and black pants, or black shirt and black pants, and it has little to do with choppng wood.
  62. On September 5, 2008 around 4:00 PM CEST, 4 police officers armed with semi-automatic pistols, led by the same police officer who arrested me on June 15, 2007 CEST and led the search of my house, came in front of the house of the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour and after ~20 seconds two of them accepted coffee or tea from her, before or after which one of them stated "Ljudi su to vidjeli na televiziji." - "People saw it on TV." - very little else was stated and I remember things that are out of place the best. ~20 seconds later, without warning, they violently attacked my house, kicked the items on my doorstep with their feet, and started force-opening the front door with a crowbar. At that moment, I was resting, but not asleep. I was naked at the time as I usually sleep either naked or fully dressed and as I didn't go out of the house almost at all, there was no need to dress after waking up. At the moment the police started force-opening my front door with a crowbar, the temperature in the city of Rijeka, ~40 kilometres away was 29 °C (~84 °F). I walked around naked or in my underpants in the second flat that I was renting from the same guy from 2005 to 2007, also - because the heating couldn't be turned down - and I realized that simply continuing to walk around naked after waking up naked and then going to sleep, again naked, is very comfortable vs. wearing uncomfortable trousers if you aren't planning to go out and are expecting no visitors, but no one ever started to force-open my front door with a crowbar, so this was never a problem. At work, I appeared in a suit and tie in front of clients at times and it was other workers who were scorned by the owner one day for comming to work in shorts - I always came in trousers, even during the summer, as that seemed appropriate to for an office where clients may come or in case we have to go to a meeting with clients. The boss never gave us any instructions on what to wear or not wear while at home or outside the zoffice outside working hours. Do you think Queen of England walks around wearing her crown all the time? My (biological) father walks around his flat in his underpants with a hole in the back in front of me, but puts on a robe when my (biological) mother brings him supplies. I started to dig through the big box with clothes, finding only a t-shirt and a pair of too-narrow trousers within less than a minute - before the door was about to crack - so I announced my presence by asking "What's going on here?", to which they insisted that I open the door. I opened the door a little and informed them that I am not dressed. The fat police officer that was standing in front of the door stated that I have to come with them. I asked if they have a warrant, to which the same police officer replied that they don't need one. A few seconds after that, they pushed the door on me, entered my house without a warrant, and tried to take me out naked. I grabbed the front door doorknob with my left hand and the toilet door door frame with my left foot. After a few seconds, the police officer that arrested me on June 15, 2007 CEST came running with a "?"-shaped yellow or orange crowbar and hit me with it twice in my lower left leg. They carried me out naked, placed me on the ground, the police officer that arrested me on June 15, 2007 CEST twisted my arm until I started yelling to stop hurting me, and handcuffed me. I asked if I was under arrest and the fat police officer stated "Jeste." - "You are." . As I was being dragged naked through the village, the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour exclaimed "Dobro ste ga oprali" - "You washed him out well!" - as we passed her. After being placed in the ambulance by police, I insisted 3 times that they present me with a warrant, which then they stated I would get. Of course, I got no warrant. The commissioner of the Primorsko-Goranska Police Department claims the intervention was requested by the wife of the older-residing Jewish neighbour, against whose husband I filed criminal charges on August 13, 2008 for aggravated theft from the adjacent house of my relatives, from which they had Robert Car - who isn't a relative - taken to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital. However, he refused to deliver the recording of her request from Operativno-komunikacijski centar (OKC) - the Operational-Communications Centre - of the Primorsko-Goranska Police Department. Considering the "Ljudi su to vidjeli na televiziji." - "People saw it on TV." - comment, I would say that something is amiss, because neither the older-residing Jewish neighbour nor his wife needed a TV set to look at me from their house, 15 metres away. At present, I rest / sleep fully dressed, in my jacket - depending on the season, with my shoes or slip-on shoes on - depending on the season, with my glasses on, with my wallet on me, in case there is sudden violent police raid at any moment.
  63. The doctor that was called in to the village stated that I was not taken to Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - on his authority, but by explicit demand of the police and that the ambulance was used only as means of transportation as I was handled solely by the police - which is true; the ambulance personnel just drove the vehicle. It also seems that he did not fill out the legally-prescribed document necessary to have someone committed involuntarily at a psychiatric facility. Zakon o zaštiti osoba s duševnim smetnjama - the Law on the Protection of Persons with Psychological Disturbances - requires that this document be filled out by someone who is not in the employee of the facility at which the person is being committed involuntarily. Regardless of this minimal protection mechanism probably having been activated, the State Attorneys' office is ignoring the case and even forwarded it to the felons - the police, which then intimidates the person that received my mail and examined all of my mail present at her flat at the time - regardless of my note in bold, capital, one-size bigger letters that the case file not be given to anyone outside the Ministry of Justice. It also seems that they're trying to reach the statute of limitations.
  64. My maternal grandmother gave me a copy of the keys to the house in 1997 and repeated like 3 times each year that I have to take care of it as my (biological) mother does not take any responsibilities - she kept telling my (biological) mother that she is indolent. My ancestors - a Roman Catholic priest and his 6 sisters - established the village in the 16th century after being given land as a gift by dukes Frankopan of the Croatian Kingdom, who were executed in Vienna a few years later because they tried to re-establish the sovergnity of the Croatian Kingdom in a plot with dukes Zrinski, made in Novi Vinodolski, Vinodol, if I remember Urota Zrinjsko-Frankopanska - The Zrinjski-Frankopan plot - correctly. According to word of mouth from a ~90-year-old who died at the end of the 1990es, the oldest house in the village is a small ruin, just below the adjacent house of my relatives - our houses were once one house, but were split in half at the middle - so mine might be the second oldest house in the village. Local legend has it that God tore up the mountain out of anger, which created the valley. Saint Peter travelled to Rome on foot and made the foundation of the Roman Catholic Church, legally based on a statement entered into the Bible ("Whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven" - Matthew 16:19; 18:18); unless he swam across to the Italian peninsula or hiked through 1,000-metre mountains that start right at the coast, he must have passed through whole Vinodol or, at least, present-day Novi Vinodolski - this is no local legend, but my conclusion. The village had its' own waterway from the mountain - the best water I ever tasted - a fountain, and clothes washing basin - the inscription of whose building is engraved in stone - and did not even use state waterways until 1994. My maternal great grandfather and his family appear on a picture of all ~50 villagers taken in the village square in 1915, a positive of which is in my (biological) mothers' flat, but she's too much in her own film to even know of its' existence as she never even looked at the photographs. I am the youngest descendant of all the people in that picture that still kept comming there and, to the shock of the immigrants who've taken over control, even moved back to the village, cleaned the exterior of the house, and started repainting the metal surfaces - at which point the older-residing Jewish neighbour tricked me into scrapping all of the old paint off - I trusted his advice as he does a lot of handy work - and later told me that this was not necessary, obviously to make me give up the renovations. The exterior walls of the house are 40 - 70 centimetres think stone walls and could probably withstand direct surface-to-surface high-calibre fire without the person behind them getting hurt. No foreign forces desecrated the sanctity the interior of the house since it was built - in fact, no foreign forces desecrated this property since the establishment of Frankopani rule and the Croatian Kingdom, 14 centuries ago. Under Article 34 of the Constitution of the Republic of Croatia, this is called "povreda nepovredivosti doma" - "violation of the sanctity of home", which can be performed only by court order or by order of Glavni državni odjetnik Republike Hrvatske - the Head State Attorney of the Republic of Croatia, if evidence would otherwise be destroyed and a court order cannot be obtained in time. My maternal great grandmother is from the neighbouring village - an Illirian settlement and one of the villages of Vinodolski zakonik - the Vinodol law book - of 1288 (13th century), witten using Hrvatska uglata glagoljica - the Croatian Cornered Glagolic - script, one of the few legal order documents in existence in the world at the time. The Roman fort Badânj, which is just a few kilometres away, was built no later than the 4th century to guard the valley. 4 Frankopani forts - Bribir, Badânj, gradina (the build) - no one I've talked to knows its' name, and Drivenik - all of which I visited in 2007 with my mountain bicycle, except Badânj, to which I had to hike - are in the valley. Forces of the Ottoman Empire never penetrated the valley. Some of the headstones in the local cemitary where my ancestors are burried are engraved using Hrvatska uglata glagoljica - the Croatian Cornered Glagolic - script; the church at the cemitary is one of the oldest churches in Croatia. One might wonder why I refused to relinquish control - remove my items from my doorstep - of my maternal ancestors' i.e. Frankopani property to a Montenegrin immigrant and two Jewish immigrants - thus invalidating my ancestors' and dukes Frankopan ownership, after this same property had not been desecrated for 14 centuries, after which 4 police officers armed with semi-automatic pistols, led by a police officer with an apparently non-Croatian surname, violently attacked my house in coordination with the shorted-residing (6 - 8 years) Jewish neighbour, kicking the items with their feet and starting to force-open my front door with a crowbar, violating the property whose ownership and sanctity was legally regulated in 1288 (13th century) by Vinodolski zakonik - the Vinodol law book, followed by the personal union of the Croatian Kingdom with the Austro-Hungarian Empire (which legally recognized the Croatian Kingdom and thus also Vinodolski zakonik - the Vinodol law book) etc. to the present.
  65. Almost all of my documents (a ~25-centimetre pile of documents) were taken from my house, with the only ones not taken being my birth certificate, christening certificate, passport, and military ID, which happened to be in other boxes by random chance. CDs from the same box where the documents were were not taken. The Crikvenica Police Station wrote in December, 2008 that the documents must have been taken by the personell of the Crikvenica Ambulance, even though the closest they came to the house after the police started force-opening my front door with a crowbar, entered my house without a warrant, hit me twice with a crowbar, carried me out naked, placed me naked on the ground, and twisted my arm was 1 metre right of the front door, without even seeing how I got to be in front of the house, handcuffed naked on the ground, and the doctor present wrote me that they did not come back and enter the house, either. The three police officers that did all of the aforementioned remained in the village, to do with my house whatever they wanted, while I was escorted to the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka only by the 4th police officer. The Crikvenica Police Station also wrote that my father, who is not the owner, was not authorized to use the house - I was - did not have the keys to the house - the owner let me have a copy of the keys to the house in 1997 - and never met the Montenegrin authorized the Montenegrin to make all future decisions regarding the house and that my (biological) mother, who was not the owner, did not have keys to the house etc. authoized them to penetrate the interior of the house. Their statement might have also been vice-versa regarding (biological) father-mother authorizations. My parents state that no one asked them anything. My (biological) father states that, when he went to see the house a month or so later, he found my broken glasses and a lot of glass shards in front of the balcony, the padlock on the bars to the balcony broken, the bars on the balcony wide open, the exterior wooden door with shutters force-opened, the large glass on the interior smashed, one window taken out of the frame, the electricity cord to the house cut and lying on the ground under full charge - which might have killed an unknowing child or even a grownup who didn't expect it - and the front door was left wide open, with my keys hanging from the lock on the inside. Two whole full-wood beds, 2 run-down matrices and 3 fine-condition matrices, 4 blankets, 2 pillows, two dozen small pillows, 2 armchairs, 2 chairs, and a fridge - almost all furniture - are missing. My coat, jacket, suit, and tie, and my wallet are also missing. This is how houses would usually look like after units later tried at the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia (ICTY) entered a village. The value of the stolen furniture and items is 2,000.00 - 3,000.00 €. One room was full of water as they left a hose with the water running inside it. They claim that they had to clean up the house, sending us a ~1,000.00 € bill after having stolen all the aforementioned furniture and items. Instead of throwing out the trash which the Montenegrin let me take out only when no garbage men ever came, they splattered it all over the basement. In fact, there were less dirty surfaces before they came. One room was full of boxes - over a dozen boxes, a TV set, ironing pan etc. etc. - everything I owned - which they rearranged, placing them one on top of the other so that one cannot get to their contents. They also tore up my map of the northern sky, breaking the wooden sticks that I glued on the top and bottom, and broke strings on my tambura (Croatian musical instrument). There is no legal ground for forcefully cleaning someones' house / splattering the trash all over the basement / rearranging boxes and then send them a bill in whatever amount you want. In Zagreb, if you don't clean at all for 4 months and have a complete mess including mud, a lot of small parts of firewood, some rotten orange-peels on the floor, and the place has an odour, a cleaning lady will charge you ~500 Kunas (~66.66 €) to make it sparkle. One day in jail in Croatia is counted as having paid 300 Kunas to the state. For 1,000.00 € (~7,500.00 Kunas), you can not clean at all for 60 months and then have the place sparkle again. My (biological) fathers' flat has mud on the floor, stains on the walls, 1⁄2 a centimetre of dust everywhere, parquetry missing, most rooms are full of junk etc., up to around 2000, he had a 1.5-metre pile of trash in the north-west corner of the kitchen, and he painted "KUPITI GURTU" on the bathroom wall and wrote it with a pencil in two places in the flat as my (biological) mother didn't buy what he calls "gurta" - the rope with which window shades are lifted - for a while. In my maternal grandmothers' flat, my room was the most modern and the cleanest, as I had repainted the green ceiling and walls with white etc. The rest of the flat looked awkward - green walls, strange, unapealling tiles etc., decayed, and had many small stains from food which my (biological) mother claimed can't be washed away; however, it was still relatively clean. My paternal grandmothers' and aunts' flat looks similar; however, it is naturally worse as it is in an old building. Yet, the police had not raided their flats up to the raid on my house in Vinodol. Of course, conditions were slightly worse as the Montenegrin let me take out the trash only when no garbage men ever came. What was I supposed to do with the trash? I did not have army special forces at my disposal to fight off the immigrants and the police armed with semi-automatic weapons after being attacked by the Montenegrin for taking out the trash outside the designated times when no garbage men ever came. So, since I knew from family experience that such conditions are not dangerous, but that the immigrants and the police are dangerous, it was soundest to have such conditions vs. being imprisoned for being attacked by the immigrants for taking out the trash without the assistance of special forces. It's kind of like: did Saddam Husein consider whether to take out the trash or not while hiding in the foxhole during his last days of freedom?
  66. However, there is one interesting detail. The police officer that led the operation, who arrested me in 2007, told another police officer while I was handcuffed in the Ambulance to give him "broj iz prošle intervencije" - "the number from the previous intervention" - to call. However, no one called my parents at any previous time. It is possible they, indeed, did talk to someone over the phone, but this could have been anyone - former Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service, Serbian 5th columns, Gladius Second, or whoever who, indeed, might have stated that the Montenegrin - a possible former Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - informant will make all future decisions regarding the house. This is, by the way, a classic ploy of an information systems security breach method called "social engineering". Social engineering, basically, means that the attacker works his way up through an information system by tricking the people that have access to it. In this specific case, this would be a situation called "priviledge elevation". It seems the Montenegrin and the police officer that arrested me in 2007 etc. possibly achieved priviledge elevation by having other police officers talk to someone, thinking they're talking to my parents. On a side note, this is the most dangerous type of threat to information systems infrastructure. Once at work, a husband of an employee was supposed to do some work for the company and I was instructed by my superior - the directors' daughter - to give him access to a clients' - Budget Rent-a-Car - systems when he calls. When he called, I only set up his account, but refused to activate it until his wife later confirmed that it was indeed him who I talked to on the phone. He was a bit surprised when I refused to activate it immediately, even though everything was pre-arranged. Pre-arranged is not an authentication method as it is a race condition. Kevin Mitnick notes in The Art of Deception that the social engineer should get rid of people who refuse cooperation with the social engineer so that other employees of the target will become cooperative with unauthenticated persons. I still can't figure out how exactly my successor managed to screw up the company network so much that Uzbekistani hackers penetrated Diners Club Adriatic systems twice in two weeks, two months after I stopped working for a company in which a part of my job was, basically, the Central Security Officer (CSO), guarding the company network and some Diners Club Adriatic systems from penetrations for a bit over 2 years, with 0 penetrations. I know that the entire company network was down after my successor installed a Linux firewall which neither he nor the director of a local IT learning centre knew how to configure correctly - stating that his new Linux forewall doesn't work because of me, but I don't see what he could have done to make it possible for the Uzbekistani hackers to penetrate the company network only a few days after he installed the Linux firewall, through which even the Diners Club Adriatic Inner Zone - where the self-destructable High Security Module (HSM), which digitally-signs transactions and cannot be physically stolen intact as it self-destructs when certain conditions - which I shall not list - occur, whose compromise could financially collapse Diners Club International, is located - was accessible, in relation to the services that were open before. However, it seems they didn't notice certain Internet Protocol (IP) routes that I warned my superior about when we were designing Diners Club Adriatics' network security zones (however, we did only the initial study and another company took over the actual work, using only the textbook 3-security-zones division, which is insufficient in the interconnected corporate environment), as no millions were reported stolen. From where I was sitting network-wise, I could have gained access to the High Security Module (HSM) within half an hour. Of course, I didn't want to tell Diners Club Adriatic that, because they already thought I was turning over rocks too much when I told them about a problem with their cryptographic hashing scheme.
  67. Interestingly, the adjacent house of my relatives from which they took wounded Homeland War veteran Robert Car - who is not a relative - to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - was burned down and the electricity cord and his phone line were also cut when I came there in December, 2003. The Montenegrin claims a fire broke out in Robers Cars' kitchen and the shorter-residing Jew, who later broke into the house, claims that Robert Car burned it down. The house and the yard look exactly like some houses and yards that were attacked by the Yugoslav Peoples' Army and/or Chetnik forces. Considering that someone was puncturing my tires, this same someone might have started a fire in the adjacent house of my relatives. Both Robert Cars' case and mine happened after the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour bought the house above mine from the longer-residing Jewish neighbour, who bought a neighbouring run-down house, demolished it, and built a new one in its' place. Both the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour and her husband seem unintelligent; yet, they appear to have substantial amounts of money. I wonder if similar things have happened where they live outside of Croatia. However, it should also be noted that the older-residing Jew made a lot of money by selling his first house after buying the second, run-down house and renovating it. He's retired, so this is the largest amount of money he got since retiring and, also, he likes to do handy work - he does it all day. On one occasion, he told me that he demolished the old second, run-down house and built the new one in its' spot very fast, so I replied that maybe he should do that with another. I was surprised when this upset and angered him, because it's a good business proposition - maybe I touched a sensitive issue? A burned-down house is much cheaper than a run-down one. Additionally, someone was living in it. It should be noted that I am the sole inheritor of my maternal ancestors' house. In fact, under the present state of the Land Registry, I am also the sole inheritor of 50% of the adjacent house of my relatives - this is actually not so, but just due to an uncleared Land Registry. Houses in this area are starting to be in demand. It is curious that the director of the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - used to be the doctor at the neighbouring village, where the local post office etc. are located, and that I, also, almost died there at the hands of the "doctor" who is the deputy-director of Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital. Actually, I am the sole inheritor of ~700,000 € worth of property (2 flats in Zagreb - ~87 and ~60 m2, 2.5 houses near the sea - ~100, ~200, and unknown m2, 22 shares of Industrija nafte (INA) - the biggest Croatian oil company, parts of a house in Sisak, Biedermeier furniture, a lot of land around them, land in Zagreb, land at Mrežnica, and ~300,000 Kunas (~40,000 €) in banks, which makes my parents one of the 4,500 (0.1%) of the richest families in the Republic of Croatia). Actually, when my aunt dies, this will be ~900,000 €. She can't use her ~200,000 € worth of property, because my (biological) father has changed all the locks and taken full control of it. When Croatia joins the European Union, the values of all these properties near the sea will go up. I don't know who it would go to if I were dead, my (biological) mother inherited everything from my (biological) father, and she died - some of the people in the village are her relatives. The same "doctor" who kept poisoning me with Serdolect later on, even after it was obvious it was killing me, is keeping his relative on his ward at Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - and controlling his property. There is another thing: the 0.5 house (50% of a house) in the neighbouring village, where the post office etc. are located, is used by the relatives of my maternal grandmothers' uncles' wife. It would be cheapest for them if I were dead, as then they could simply sue a dead person for the whole house after my (biological) mother dies. This is legally called adverse possession; it means the owner is unknown and you have used it for 20 years - the shorter-residing Jewish neighbour could claim it also if I'm dead and they simply state that they've used the adjacent house of my relatives or my house for 20 years. Technically, by reporting the break-in into the adjacent house of my relatives, I interrupted her then 5+-year adverse possession on that property as I have protected the house as the owners' closest relative there. However, my relatives also own a lot of land there. I think that the interruption I caused cost her 100,000 € or so. She had an unmarried ~45-year-old son. Had I not moved there, she or her son could have claimed adverse possession 20 years after Robert Car was taken to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital. When the police officer came to question her about the firewood, she told him that some Slovenian owns 90% of the adjacent house of my relatives; yet, no Slovenian owns any of it. She later said the deed to the property is in the city where it truly would be if deeds to properties existed in Croatia - Croatia uses the Land Registry, so she is, obviously, fully aware of where the owner is. Perhaps the reason is to claim that the owner is unknown, later on. I clearly told the police officer where the owner is and what the owner is to me, thereby legally annulling any claims that the owner is unknown. The older-residing Jewish neighbour claimed he bought the run-down house that he demolished and built a new one in its' place; but maybe he just claimed adverse possession on it - if he did, he couldn't have, since he never used it. Robert Car died in 2005, at the age of only 40-something, apparently at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital, where I also almost died later on. I wonder how many people from Vinodol, where its' director previously worked as a doctor, or people from the island from which her deputy that almost killed me is from, have also died at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital, after which someone claimed adverse possession on the property they were using. There was a man at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - who was first charged with being suicidal after accidentally cutting his hand with a machine - he's a carpenter - but after they determined that he wasn't suicidal, he was charged with being a drunk, even though he drinks only a little or not at all. You see, he has two houses in Istria, in and near the highest-placed village in Istria. I should think that houses there are in high demand. He was released from Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - after a few days and had to walk to Istria due to being taken away by the police without having any money on him. The police stopped him while he was returning home from Rijeka on foot, and took him back to Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - because he was returning home from Rijeka on foot, because they initially took him away without money necessary to return home by bus. It was obvious this did not mean that he was suicidal, so he was then charged with being an alcoholic - he drinks very little or not at all. At the time I left the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital, he was already undergoing psychiatric treatment for 3 months. Perhaps he is still there. Half of the people at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - seemed mentally sane to me, except for the fact that they were drugged up. I wonder how many of them own or are the default inheritors of substantial properties. At the same time, the commissioner of the Primorsko-Goranska Police Department has classified the badge numbers, official identity numbers, names, and surnames of the police officers involved in Robert Cars' case as a state secret with a secrecy level of RESTRICTED.
  68. At the same time, the police are also attacking my relative two houses away from the Montenegrins' and my relative, a lawyer, from the house next to the Montenegrin was found dead in the alley next to his house in the late 1990es.
  69. At Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka, I was immediately insulted and degraded by staff - asked how much 2 + 2 is and then told that they will determine how old I am when I responded by saying that I am not 5 years old , then verbally assaulted by a psychistrist, and, within ~3 minutes of arrival, tortured: restrained naked, placed to lie on my back - I never lie on my back - with my legs spread - I never lie with my legs spread - in a sadist and/or homosexual rape position (Guantanamo bay enhanced interrogation technique: stress position) in a soundproof isolation chamber without windows and no clock (Guantanamo bay enhanced interrogation technique: sensory deprivation), which the personnel calls the "the Box" - they have two of them, which are located at exactly 45° 19' 57.10" N, 14° 25' 43.10" E, without food or water and no notion of time or what time of day or night it was for an indefinite period of time that ended the next day, when I was released from the soundproof isolation chamber to walk around barefoot for the next ~2 weeks - as they dragged me naked from my house, I had no socks, slippers, or shoes on me and Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - provided me with none; I think they give those even at Guantanamo.
  70. The psychiatric nurse who immediately insulted and degraded me upon arrival, asked me where I entered the Clinic after a few days, and after I pointed towards the entrance and said "There.", she insulted me by saying that I didn't come through the yard, as if I had pointed tiwards the yard.
  71. I was tortured with chronic sleep deprivation through chronotype rape. At Guantanamo, one, at least, gets some good sleep after up to 3 days of sleep deprivation torture.
  72. No staff "doctor" interviewed me at any time; the only contact with "doctors" was every work day in the morning, when they would go around, ask each patient "How are you?", and prescribe drugs.
  73. There are no chairs in the hallway, so some of us sat on the floor while waiting for meals.
  74. The psychiatrist that arrived as court medical examiner 3 times and ordered my torture and detention is Albert Čeperić, who operates a private practice in cooperation with the United States Embassy and is on a special list of the United States' State Department of doctors who are eager to offer their services to citizens of the United States of America - most of the best-thought-of Croatian doctors are not listed. Note my involvement in the operation over the computer systems of the United States' Department of Defence (DoD) and my (biological) fathers' parallel involvement with the Islamic Republic of Iran. See attached documents № 5 and 9. Whil I was telling him that I was arrested on no charges in 2007, that the neighbours kept attacking me, that the same police officer started force-opening my front door with a crowbar, that another police officer pushed the door on me, that the first police officer hit me with the crowbar twice in my lower left leg, and that they carried me out naked, he had a grin on his face almost on the point of laughter, and later wrote that I am "unable to withstand the slightest dose of frustration" and that I am not critical towards my condition. Everyone knows that the police beat people, so why would he have a grin almost on the point of laughter? He diagnosed me with Acute Psychotic Disorder Resembling Schizophrenia F23.2 and ordered that I be held the maximum time that he could order - 1 month. The deicision was copy-pasted by a person with a law degree titled as "judge" - a judge is someone who judges and does not merely copy-paste - into a court order by Županijski sud u Rijeci - the County Court in Rijeka. I was not visited by a judge, acquainted with any charges against me - of either criminal or insane nature, allowed to appear before a court, have legal counsil of my choice present, allowed to question Albert Čeperić before a court while being provided with the full text of the International Classification of Deseases and Related Health Problems, 10th Revision (ICD-10) under which his diagnosis was allegedly made, have the opportunity to request and be examined by any psychiatrist other than United States State Departments' Albert Čeperić, request that proof of whatever the accusations might have been be presented, that wittnesses be presented, that I question these wittnesses before the court etc., the verdict was not delivered to me, I did not have glasses to read the verdict with, and I had 3 days to appeal the verdict - which was not delivered to me - without a pen, paper, envelopes etc., while at the same time prevented from any legal action by being psychiatrically drugged into Dementia praecox, Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1, and similar - even Hudini has his limitations.
  75. A member of the staff was abusive.
  76. The same psychiatric nurse who immediatelyy insulted and degraded me upon arrivval, demanded of me to "admit" that I hear voices. When I stated that I don't hear any voices, I was scorned for not cooperating and it was written that I am "not critical towards" my "condition".
  77. One day, an old man was and stated that he was considering whether or not to slaughter the police officers that were looking for him with a knife. They let him go after 3 days. However, what is interesting about this case is that he claims that the fire that broke out in his house was planted by someone. He appears to be quite well off. At another facility, a guy who went walking around his village with a bayonette was released the next day.
  78. I figured out a way to spit out the pills each time they gave them to me, so I got a bit better. After a while, I was caught, so they injected me with Haldol and who knows what, making me dizzy and disoriented.
  79. The United States of America approved the Republic of Croatia for NATO membership on September 26, 2008, time zone unknown, around the time Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - had me almost suffocate twice from Haldol.
  80. One day, a guy was brought in after allegedly having punched his mother in the face. He was so furious when entering that I moved out of his way. He was not restrained in one of the soundproof isolation chambers; obviously I got special treatment.
  81. Patients are prevented from associating whenever they spontaneously gather and sit on the floor in the empty hallway to achieve privacy - the foundation of association itself - a public gatjering does not mean people are associating it means they're havng a meeting, demonstrations, a riot, or a revolution - by having the gathering broken - patients will be instructed to get up and go sit in the dinning / smoking room (so that, apparently, they cannot associate with eachother). In Star Trek, all Borg are connected and know each-others' thoughts; yet, they do not asccosite. In order for there to be association, there must be individuals, there must be privacy, and there must be comfort. Wooden torture chairs are not comfort. The psychiatric Borg system is a subtle scheme to prevent this and then claim that the patients are not social.
  82. I was tortured with chronic sleep deprivation through chronotype rape. At Guantanamo, one, at least, gets some good sleep after up to 3 days of sleep deprivation torture.
  83. While I was there, my (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, had been "taking care" of my senile, half-mobile, 87-year-old maternal grandmother, a medical doctor (never worked as one) and retired stomatologist who was the dentist of the director of Radio-televizija Zagreb (RTZ) - Zagreb Radio-Television - and was, hence, able to arrange a job there for my (biological) mother. My (biological) mother had my maternal grandmothers' 2,900-something Kunas pension and 19,000.00+ € at her disposal, yet kept bringing my maternal grandmother only 1 - 2 meals per day from the restaurant of Hrvatska radio-televizija (HRT) - Croatian Radio-Television, which cost her 20 Kunas per meal (i.e. 600 - 1,200 Kunas per month). The bills were ~500 Kunas per month. 1,200 - 1,800 Kunas per month kept piling up in my maternal grandmothers' bank account, which my (biological) mother was the only inheritor of. My maternal grandmother was already upset because the police desecrated the sanctity of the house in Vinodol - after 4 centuries - in which she was born and property - after 14 centuries - and my maternal gandmothers' kitchen sink had been clogged for several weeks and my (biological) mother didn't call a plumber, so my maternal grandmother started spilling the water from the kitchen sink out through the window, spilling it all over a neighbour one time. The neighbour from the flat above, a very vicious woman who previously worked at a psychiatic hostpital, threatened she would contact the Centre for Social Welfare - apparently to have my maternal granmother locked up somewhere. My (biological) mother inherited 21,000.00+ €, an 87 m2 flat in the centre of Zagreb, a 100 m2 house near the coast, half of another house in the neighbouring village, lots of land in that area, and land at Mrežnica - altogether 300,000 - 350,000 € worth - from my maternal grandmother; yet, she did not want to spend 100 Kunas (~13 €) on a plumber. This surpasses any reason, cheapness, and even insanity. After my maternal grandmother died in 2010, my (biological) mother did not remove her as the second user of water in the flat for over a year, paying ~50 Kunas per month for the water that my maternal grandmother - a dead person - was, apparently, drinking. My maternal grandmothers' TV set died in 2011, but my (biological) mother has not fixed it, yet (2012), meanwhile paying ~1,200 Kunas - the amount equivalent to the price of two used TV sets - per year for cable TV.
  84. When I was a kid, I rarely had soap, toothpaste, much less toilet paper. No one ever showed me how to wash my teeth, even though my maternal grandmother was a dentist. I did not have soap regularly until I started living on my own. Everyone in the flat was supposed to wash their arse in the shower after shitting. When I started going to kindergarten, I did not know how to use toilet paper, as I had never encountered it before - the teacher probably thought that there was something wrong with "me". Whenever a friend came by and - to my shock and horror - wanted to use the toilet, I had to state that we ran out of toilet papaper - however, I think this happened when my maternal grandfather had to move out in 1975, after my maternal grandmother became too abusive. My (biological) mother and maternal gradmother kept telling me that he died, even though he was very much alive until ~February, 2005, me having found this out too late to, at least, meet him. Every third meal was served on a plate with stains. I was the poorest-dressed kid in school, having only worn-out clothes at my disposal and even having to wear red socks like a girl; I had decent clothes only after having to drop out after the 1st year of the university and getting a job - even though I had a GPA of 4.5 out of 5 in the courses I could pass without books as my (biological) mother said that I'm not for the university and refused to give me 800 Kunas (~107 €) for books and even though a program of mine, Antiroute, was used for demonstrations by a University Professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). While I was dressed poorly, my (biological) mother wore fur coats at times. My room - which was officially never mine - was the cleanest one, me having repainted all walls and fixed the chandelier. Since my (biological) mother inherited the flat, she has fixed absolutely nothing in it - one small window - which fell while she was opening it a decade ago - is not only broken, but it is not even in the frame, she doesn't even have a working TV set as my maternal grandmothers' died; yet, she keeps paying ~1,200 Kunas - the amount equivalent to the price of two used TV sets - per year for cable TV; and she doesn't use my maternal granmothers' washing machine as she doesn't know how to use one. Meanwhile, they have ~700,000 € in almost-exclusively-inherited property (2 flats in Zagreb - ~87 and ~60 m2, 2.5 houses near the sea - ~100, ~200, and unknown m2, a part of a house in Sisak, Biedermeier furniture, a lot of land near them, land in Zagreb, and land at Mrežnica), 22 shares of Industrija nafte (INA) - the biggest Croatian oil company - and 300,000 Kunas (~40,000 €) in banks, which makes them one of the 4,500 (0.1%) of the richest families in the Republic of Croatia); ~1,100,000 €, if they were to do something about the nationalized building of my paternal great grandfather in Senj, which is worth 300,000 - 500,000 €. When my aunt dies, this will be ~1,300,000 €. My aunt can't use her half of my paternal grandfathers' property, because my (biological) father has changed all the locks. When the Republic of Croatia enters the European Union, these properties will be worth over 1,500,000.00 €.
  85. Albert Čeperić arrived again after 1 month, wrote that I walked around barefoot - no shit; why did I walk around barefoot? - that I sold vanity numbers, and that I had buyers from Slavonia and Split, and ordered that I be held for the maximum time that he could order - 3 months, with the possibility of transfer to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy - against whose forces my maternal grand grandmoter supplied the Partizani forces in the hills with salt an unknown number of times - now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital, where he experimented on supposedly-depressed patients for his masters' degree. At a later time, he wrote that I sit on the floor - why did I sit on the floor?!? I am insane because I do not know how to float above ground, pretending there is something to sit on. Duke Frankopan had himself photographed while sitting on his staircase in London or similar a decade ago; obviously he has Schizophrenia F20, also - many people from Vinodol seem to have alleged symptoms this alleged mental illness. The deicision was copy-pasted by a person with a law degree titled as "judge" - a judge is someone who judges and does not merely copy-paste - into a court order by Županijski sud u Rijeci - the County Court in Rijeka. I was visited by the judge who asked me if I remember him lfrom last time - perhaps he was checking if the psychiatric drugs which were supposed to cause Paranoid Schizophrenia F20.0 were starting to work (i.e. if I was starting to hallucinate remembering him from previous time without him appearing the previous time) - at first I though he might be yet another court "medical" examiner as he did not introduce himself upon entering the room in which I was lying psychiatrically-drugged, half-conscious and/or on the brink of develloping the so-desired hallucinations by means of psychiatric drugging and harassment - asked me how it is in the head, and left - a very judicial procedure much related to the meaning of the word "court" (legal dislamer: I'm being ironic) - and not acquainted with any charges against me - of either criminal or insane nature, allowed to appear before a court, have legal counsil of my choice present, allowed to question Albert Čeperić before a court while being provided with the full text of the International Classification of Deseases and Related Health Problems, 10th Revision (ICD-10) under which his diagnosis was allegedly made, have the opportunity to request and be examined by any psychiatrist other than United States State Departments' Albert Čeperić, request that proof of whatever the accusations might have been be presented, that wittnesses be presented, that I question these wittnesses before the court etc., the verdict was not delivered to me, I did not have glasses to read the verdict with, and I had 3 days to appeal the verdict - which was not delivered to me - without a pen, paper, envelopes etc., while at the same time prevented from any legal action by being psychiatrically drugged into Dementia praecox, Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1, and similar - even Hudini has his limitations.
  86. While waiting to find out if I would be detained further, I walked back and fourt in the hallway one evening. Two psychiatrists came in and proposed that I am hearing voicees, basically offering to psychiatrically drug me further. Wht the fuck?!?
  87. I was then transferred to the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy - against whose forces my maternal great grandmother supplied the Partizani forces in the hills with salt an unknown number of times - now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital.
  88. I was tortured with chronic sleep deprivation through chronotype rape and deprived of rest. At Guantanamo, one, at least, gets some good sleep after up to 3 days of sleep deprivation torture.
  89. A female patient was raped by my first "doctor" there, who threatened he would transfer her to isolation ward if she resisted. At the same time, the police make sure she is returned to the facility if she escapes. The police and Državno odvjetništvo - the State Attorneys' office - make sure psychiatrists have realistic, non-prescribed, impunity and that they cannot be persecuted. You see, the rape was even reported by another psychiatrist there.
  90. This same "doctor" and the "doctor" who later almost killed me were almost-exclusively interested in sex during interviews (i.e. how many girls I've had sex with, how often, where we met etc., but they did not ask whether or not my (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, kept hanging up the phone whenever my girlfriend called, whether or not my parents threatened to disinherit me if I continued seeing her, and whether or not my (biological) mother was displeased that her father kept greeting her at work - he also worked at Hrvatska radio-televizija - Croatian Radio-Television).
  91. I was kept there by order of the County Court in Rijeka, apparently in order to have rapists interrogate me about sex in the name of the Republic of Croatia.
  92. The patients on group isolation ward 7 spend 45 minutes standing or sitting on the floor in an empty hallway just waiting for dinner, not to mention other meals.
  93. They held a guy restrained for 3 months for kissing with a girl in the toilet. His detention was also ordered by Albert Čeperić.
  94. A woman died on group ward 7.
  95. This facility is where the harassment gets more extreme.
  96. A young womanly from Rijeka said something interesting to me: "Oni te pokušavaju slomiti." - "They're trying to break you.".
  97. I was tortured with chronic sleep deprivation through chronotype rape and deprived of rest. At Guantanamo, one, at least, gets some good sleep after up to 3 days of sleep deprivation torture.
  98. They fed us with, allegedly, Spaghetti Milanese, but which had only trace amounts of meat and no sauce at all, which we had to eat with spoons (‼) - this method of torture is not applied even at Guantanamo - which kept falling out from my mouth as my front teeth were broken.
  99. They gave me shit-out pills, possibly due to which I got a feeling as if there was a balloon in my stomach and I was unable to eat.
  100. A nurse extremely degraded me by telling everyone that no one will be allowed to go into their rooms until I eat, raping me with a spoon by inserting Spaghetti in my mouth while my mouth shook from degradation. Of course, the Spaghetti kept falling out because my front teeth were broken and I also couldn't swallow any.
  101. The head nurse kept attacking me every day.
  102. Patients mop the floors instead of cleaning ladies, who smoke in a hallway while the patients are doing their job.
  103. A glass maker apparently had the intention of stabbing me with a nail-like piece of metal.
  104. I got fleas there.
  105. In mid-November, 2008, I was drugged with Serdolect - a lethal drug with banned in the United Stated of America by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) (12 : 0 vote) - as the first and only patient out of 100 patients on the ward, and, perhaps, the only one in the facility after a "nice presentation" of the drug to the facility by the local representatives of a, probably, American company. I almost died - I was barely able to talk and had a blood pressure of 90/60, so I was placed on glucoses-only infusions. They did not allow me to be in bed, but, instead, I would be allowed to receive an infusion in bed, after which I would be kicked out of the room and had to walk or sit. When I tried to align chairs and rest on them, the head nurse would come and yell at me to get up. I would call this a special form of the Guantanamo bay enhanced interrogation technique: stress position. However, at the same time, they continued to drug me with Serdolect, even though it was obvious it was killing me. They only stopped giving it to me after a rough personal intervention from Zagreb as it was obvious that it would kill me within a matter of days. After 10 days, I was taken off infusions, but was unable to lift even a blanket, so other patients had to cover me in the evening and uncover me in the morning.
  106. During or around the time I was dying on infusions and simultaneously being poisoned further to die, my (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, went on a trip to Budapest, Hungary with her only friend. I'm her only son.
  107. I was told that I would not be released until I sign a statement that I wish to be treated psychiatrically there.
  108. I was tortured with chronic sleep deprivation and deprived of rest. At Guantanamo, one, at least, gets some good sleep after up to 3 days of sleep deprivation torture.
  109. The judge of the County Court in Rijeka allowed my transfer to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče. However, Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - did not immediately transfer me to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, but, instead, placed me on group isolation ward 7, claiming the next day that no transportation was available.
  110. At Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, I was diagnosed with Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1 ("to such extent that he is unable to eat, walk") - a form of Parkinsons' disease - and Malnutrition E46 - due to resembling surviving Jews that the Allies encoutered at Auschwitz.
  111. Due to having Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1, I was forced to live with my (biological) father, a privately-abusive maniac, for 4 months. My (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, who lived with my maternal grandmother, was provocatively abusive - inventing charges out of nowhere (e.g. translated to the Pope: "The Pope will rape a boy!") - the same way she was abusive when I was a kid and a teenager (e.g. we couldn't swim together, because she accused me out of nowhere that I might drown her) - whenever she delivered supplies while I was alone - and appeared not to comprehend that she has to bring more than 1.5 meals per day from her state firms' restaurant - she doesn't know how to cook anything except eggs and meat, but is, at the same time, too cheap to give money for food delivery - and buy me clothes. I could not eat what my (biological) father cooks - he calls it "napoj" - what pigs eat - because it tastes very bad. My (biological) mother doesn't know how to use a washing machine, either. When I was a kid, she was like an incompetent older sister who never even had a conversation with me, would sometimes hold discussions with my maternal grandmother at my expense (e.g. on how I need to leave - I was 7 or 8 years old, so let's just say that living on the street was a slightly shocking perspective as I didn't see how a 7- or 8-year-old could survive on the street), got everything from her parents - she had a red leather jacket, my maternal grandfather took her to Paris etc. - and lived with my maternal grandmother until she - my (biological) mother - was 51. My maternal grandmother even set her up with her job, as she was the directors' dentist. Yet, they have ~700,000 € worth of almost-exclusively-inherited property (2 flats in Zagreb - ~87 and ~60 m2, 2.5 houses near the sea - ~100, ~200, and unknown m2, a part of a house in Sisak, Biedermeier furniture, a lot of property near each, land in Zagreb, and land at Mrežnica), 22 shares of Industrija nafte (INA) - the biggest Croatian oil company, ~300,000 Kunas (~40.000 €) in banks, ~400% (~3,700 Kunas pension + ~4,900 Kunas pension + 1,000.00 Kunas rent) of the average pensioners' income in Croatia etc., which makes them one of the 4,500 (0.1%) of the richest families in the Republic of Croatia. My (biological) father doesn't use banks as he calls them "Jewish temples" and doesn't want to use or doesn't know how to use an ATM and leaves all the finances to my (biological) mother, whose most favourite activities are drinking coffee and counting the same money up to a few times a day. I'm not sure how I survived as a kid and teenager before I had to start working at a full-time job after my 1st year of studies, even though I was programming in Assembler on Commodore 64 at 13 that my maternal grandmother bought me, which I reprogrammed to use the Hrvatska uglata glagoljica - Croatian Cornered Glagolic - script for on-screen display (if you think that is weird, consider this: I even learned how to write in handwritten Hrvatska uglata glagoljica - Croatian Cornered Glagolic - script), was 13th in Zagreb in mathematics (with ~40 of the best students of Matematičko-informatički obrazovni centar (MIOC) - the Mathematical-Informatical Educational Centre - being behind me; I couldn't enrol into MIOC as my grades in 6th and 7th grade of elementary school were almost all 2s (sufficient ≈ D) out of 5 becase my maternal grandmother kept forbidding my maternal great grandmother to speak at all and would beat her every other evening, with me hiding on the balcony - my (biological) mother made no obections to to the beatings and all that I could do is desperately hit my desk and stomp my feet repetedly during the day, while my maternal great grandmother deseperately weeped in the next room; one day I returned from school and was informed that my maternal great grandmother allegedly fell down the stairs while attepting to go to church - to pray for mercy, apparently - after an argument - she never regained consciousness and died at a hospital ~2 weeks later), 2nd in my school in English - 1st by vocabulary, had a GPA of ~4.1 out of 5 (this is as much as I could get by studying almost not at all), graduated with 5.0 out of 5 - while my (biological) mother didn't care about my grades at all - I could have flunked several years if I wanted - my classmaster asked one year if my (biological) mother was going to come to see my grades that year at all, and my (biological) mother initially told me that she doesn't have the money for me to go on the graduation trip with my class - every poverton had enough money, yet, my ~700,000+ € (biological) mother allegedly didn't have money for my graduation trip - had the 2nd best written entry exam at the faculty, shared 10th place with 2 other people on the entry ranking list, and had a GPA of 4.5 out of 5 in the courses I could pass without books as my (biological) mother stated that I am not for the university and didn't give me 800 Kunas (~107 €) for books. The assistant to the professor of Informatics kept asking me during practice classes if he said the right thing while he was teaching UNIX. During elementary school and high school, my family provided only the opposite to assistance. I was the only pupil dressed in worn-out clothes, even wearing red socks like a girl. When I enrolled into vjeronauk - Roman Catholic religion classes - she wanted to roll me out, as I had 3 in it. I did not enrol to have a good mark, but for other reasons. She herself reads book about the Roman Catholic church, Free Masonry etc., spending thousands of Kunas on them, but has not been in a church since her parents christened her. I had myself christened at 13, since my parents didn't do it. My (biological) mother refused to buy me decent clothes for the event and no one from my family attended my christening, first communion etc., while everyone else was dressed in shiny clothes, with their families taking photographs of them. I was also one of the two leads (Brač) in my elementary schools' tambura orchestra, performing with them at Christmas mass, the Municipal office, office of the European Union or similar on Ban Jelačić square etc. only a bit over a month after entering the orchestra. Of course, none of my family attended any of these events. During high school, she didn't even go to check my grades, so my headmaster asked one year if she's going to appear that year at all and it took me ~3 weeks to persuade her to go. My friends' parents gave my friends cars, flats, houses, even paid 2,000.00 Kunas per month tuitions etc. - everything, while my ~700,000 € family only gave me - their only child - the reverse to support. Basically, I was an orphan within a rich family.
  112. In February, 2009, my (biological) father hired Privatna izvještajna agencija (PIA) - Private Reporting Agency - to compile a report, for which my (biological) mother paid them 124,000.00 Kunas (~16,533.33 €) in late 2009. Regardless of the enormous sum, the agency simply interviewed the neighbours etc., did no critical investigation - meaning checking all statements made, and failed to perform the most crucial task of all that I listed on a list additional to my (biological) fathers': photograph the doctor present in the village on September 5, 2008. I did more later on myself by gathering statements which disconfirm the statements of the neighbours and official statements by the Republic of Croatia, spending a lot of time and only 3,000.00 - 4,000.00 Kunas on it. This is probably why my mail takes ~2 weeks to pass through post office 10 000 Zagreb in Branimirova street - the Republic of Croatia wants to know what evidence I am gathering against it and is possibly censoring some or all correspondence inconvinient for it. With sums like 124,000.00 Kunas or 3 times more, I could do much more - the people are on the brink of revolt, anyway, due to systematic and intentional corruption, inefficiency, and Veze i protekcija (VIP) - Connections and Protection - of the government.
  113. In April, 2009, when I went to see what became of my maternal ancestors' house, the two sons of a Bosnian threw 3 ~1 kg rocks at me, one of which flew half a metre from my head. In the subsequent days, the immigrants and the police kept attacking the exterior of the house - first the Montenegrin and the Bosnian, whose sons had thrown rocks at me, then 2 police officers, then 1 police officer to whom the Montenegin showed a spot in the grass and said with an aggressive and accusing voice "Tu je pišao!" or "Tu se popišao!" - "He urinated here!" - the psycho urinates against a wall while having a nice toilet in his house and I am guilty if I urinate once into the grass and not against a wall almost every morning like him?!? - maybe he interpreted this to mean that I am marking this territory - my maternal ancestors' property - as my own (i.e. his thoughts: "Only me urinate here!") and nw he will have to urinate where I urinted to invalidate my "claim" on "his" territory - with the police officer proposing to the Montenegrin that he will climb over the wall to see if I am inside, then 2 unknown young men - after one of them tried the door knob, the older-sounding stated to the younger-sounding "Tu se ništa nije promijenilo. Idemo!" - "Nothing has changed here. Let's go!"; they drove away in a new car, judging by the sound of the engine; these were not the sons of the Bosnian as his sons were older; then, again, there were two half-Serbian brothers, with Serbian names and surnames in the village whose father went to Serbia during the Homeland War - someone even said he went to fight on their side, but I've not seen them since the end of the 1990es; one of them even attacked me once, during which the local phone booth got broken.
  114. I went to my paternal ancestors' house and as I had Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1, I didn't go out at all, except one time to the docks - even though I would have liked to go to the docks; however, it was not safe, several times to the store, and occasionally sat on the stairs in front of the reinforced steel door to catch the local Wi-Fi signal with my laptop, since the thickness of the walls of the house prevents radio waves from passing through the walls. One evening, two drunks attacked me, one of them threatening to throw a bottle in my head. I responded nicely as I'm stupid like that. A vicious female psychopathic immigrant, who extorts her social role of a woman and mother, listened in on the conversation from her house across the street and obviously determined that I'm suitable pray as I responded nicely to an attack. Her stronger cat continuously attacks her weaker cat, pushing it to the wall and attacking it with its' pawns - she sees this and does nothing and I am prevented by law to do something. She keeps telling her son to hit her then-8-year-old daughter ("Udari je!" - she uses a proclitic pronunciation and, also, in Croatian it's "Udari ju!", with an enclitic pronunciation - I'm not sure where she's from) and then tells people how her daughter is depressed, later on. Such things should really be outlawed, but in Croatia no one cares. The Centre for Social Welfare attacks young parents who are devoted to their children, such as the 2011 case of the Židovs, in which a young mother and her baby were almost placed in secondary detention where they would serve the purpose of human cattle, however without being drugged, serving as income and perhaps also free workers for the person or persons who run the facility - officially, this is called "Udomiteljstvo". At the same time, the Centre for Social Welfare does not lift a finger if a child is getting beaten or otherwise abused. I would say they're predators who attack the vulnerable. After a few days, someone sounding like a police officer came to her house and talked to her, making some kind of inquiry and then saying "Mislio sam da..." - "I thought that...". He did not state what he thought he was called in for. It seemed to me that she called him. Later on, an immigrant neighbour from the flat upstairs joined in. The viscious female psychopath from across the street kept publically saying "Majka mu pôšalje 200 kuna i onda nâruči hranu." - "His mother sends him 200 Kunas" (~26.66 €) "and then he orders food.", using a proclitic pronunciation, with the neighbour replying "Socijala." - "Welfare case.". Is it my fault that my (biological) mother didn't comprehend that I needed more than the equivalent of a few dozen Euro for food, as I had Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1 induced by the Republic of Croatia and was unemployed? A few days later, the viscious female psychopath from accross the street came below my side window, smelt, and publically stated that there is a stench - that no one except her and another vicious neighbour noticed because they weren't trying to find it - and that I need to be taken to an institution. There was a bunch of bags with trash, trah, and used milk packings near that window as the local trash dump was a few hundred metres away, uphill, and it was not safe for me to go out of the house - the police could jump me at any moment during such a long walk, plus I was not in shape to carry the trash there. Two armed police officers attacked the exterior of the house, but were prevented from getting me by the reinforced steel door. My (biological) father arrived after a few weeks and was attacked by the viscious female psychopath from accross the street who stated "Hoda (okolo) s bradom i naočalama!" - "He walks (around) with a beard and sunglasses.". The only local police officer that lives in that town arrived and stated that he can't smell anything. My (biological) father wasn't too keen on carrying those trash bags for a few hundred metres uphill, either, so after two days of preparing to take the trash to the trash dump, he found out that a small dump truck can be called in for 30 Kunas (~4 €) to take away whatever amount of trash, and did just that. According to my (biological) father, the island radio station started transmitting a two-part radio show on how I am on the island and don't go out of my house, but was prevented from airing the second part by my (biological) fathers' lawyer. A two-part radio show? Slightly bizarre. According to my (biological) father, A. later claimed that the walls were covered with excrement because a small part of a wall was repainted as it had a stain. Two of my landlords can attest that they had to repaint at my expense in one spot, each, as I either managed to rub off paint in one spot or mess up the paint adjacent to a staircase, neither having anything to do with excrement. In comparison to what my (biological) fathers' flat looks like, the small stains were a joke.
  115. On July 17, 2009 at 9 PM CEST, I happened to be in the larger part of the house, which is not protected by a reinforced steel door, sitting on the stairs to the attic, looking at the mountain etc. I heard some noise like someone was doing handy work nearby and heard a neighbour, Suljo, talking to someone, saying how he saw me on the terrace the other day. Suljo is a Bosniak immigrant from Bosnia whose son and daughter broke into a part of my paternal ancestors' house and were, allegedly, prostituting the daughter, and whose son pulled a large knife on me and my (biological) father when I was throwing them out in 2000, escorted by my (biological) father. Of course, since Suljos' children have already broken in once, it's not improbable that he wants them to claim adverse possession the ~200 m2 in 3 adjacent houses in the main street of the centre of the medieval part of the most desirable vacation town in Croatia, ~20 metres from the sea, one day, also. I've heard the neighbour that abuses her daughter say how maybe they'll figure something out to have a bigger house one day. The house is worth ~400,000 € and my families' land on the island ~100,000 €. Then there's a percentage of the ruins of another house. I am the sole inheritor. Around 9:15 PM CEST, I suddenly saw flashlights through the planks of the lower attic. 3 police officers armed with semi-automatic pistols force-opened the door to the 2nd floor - this is the noise that I was hearing. I quickly hid in the lower attic, but one of them saw my tennis shoe. As they called me to come out, I requested they present me a warrant. The one that was sitting on the attic window threw a paper on the floor. From where I was standing, I could only see that it had the Croatian coat of arms on the top-left and that it said "REPUBLIKA HRVATSKA" below it, meaning that this was some kind of government document. Without letting me examine this supposed warrant, another police officer immediately broke down the door using the weight of his body, threw me on the floor, and handcuffed me. Two police officers grabbed one of my arms, each, and walked me to an ambulance ~100 metres away. I was taken to Krk Health House, where the handcuffs were taken off and two police officers armed with semi-automatic pistols stood 1 metre from me in a triggering stance - with their hands ~5 centimetres from their pistols, each to one of my sides. I immediately requested to telephone and to contact my lawyer. Instead of being provided with either, I was restrained into a straightjacket and driven to Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka. Upon arrival to Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka, I requested to telephone and to contact my lawyer, but was, instead, immediately tortured: restrained, placed to lie on my back - I never lie on my back - with my legs spread - I never lie with my legs spread - in a sadist and/or homosexual++/*- rape position (Guantanamo bay enhanced interrogation technique: stress position) in a soundproof isolation chamber without windows and no clock (Guantanamo bay enhanced interrogation technique: sensory deprivation) together with the straightjacket, without food or water and no notion of time and what time of day or night it was for an indefinite period of time that ended the next day. The restraints were tightened so tightly that my shoulders began to hurt and I massaged them for much of the night with my chin. When I asked that the restraints be loosened a little because it's hurting me, they simply closed the door. I was told that I wasn't cooperative last time. The terrorists took all of my money, out of which they stole all small-change Kunas (approximately 6 or 8 Kunas). On July 18, 2009 at 10 AM CEST, they injected me with a heavy dose of probably Zyprexa and had to take me to the 1st floor in a -wheelchair, because I was so weakened that I couldn't walk and barely conscious and lost consciousness on the way. The purpose of Zyprexa is to prevent thinking, thus producing all symptoms of Schizophrenia F20, formerly known as Dementia praecox - early dementia. The "doctor" had me sign a statement drugged, half-conscious, without glasses, without understanding the consequences of signing the statement that I didn't and couldn't read. The statement stated that I wished to be treated psychiatrically at the clinic. In the afternoon, my (biological) father called and told me that he and, soon after, my (biological) mother called in the morning and that I was so drugged up that I didn't know who they were. I was released on July 19, 2009, 41 hours since the moment 3 police officers armed with semi-automatic pistols force-opened the door to the 2nd floor. There is no plausible purpose of this, except having me sign that statement. For the next few days, I was so disoriented from the heavy dose of the drug that I don't know how I got to some places and I couldn't tell what day it was with certainty.
  116. The majority of alleged schizophrenics i.e. praecox dementives are actually produced by psychiatry, which then displays the victim as originally having had this condition to the overall enjoyment and ecstacy of society in the manner of witch burnins. Psychiatry and the psychiatric drug industries are, actually, industries of "insanity". It is equivalent to the blind Jews produced by doctor Mengele - no wonder they were needed "medical" treatment when they "were" blind.
  117. A patient at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - was beaten with a restraining belt.
  118. A guy was imprisoned and drugged at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - in ~2008 for performing Reiki on the mountain of Medvednica above Zagreb. If they need "lunatics" of this type, India has a few hundred thousand of such "lunatics" that could be detained, restrained, and drugged - which would earn them a lot of money.
  119. Later on, I was "examined" by a rude court medical examiner Nina Vidrih - a Jew?, who wrote various nonsense such as that I have been detained 6 times during the previous year and that I am obsessed with passwords - I use a password for my Windows account instead of having it unprotected and did the same to protect the several dozen million Kunas passing through a clients' - Diners Club Adriatic, whose Web server got hacked by Uzbekistani hackers, twice, two weeks apart, two months after I stopped working for a firm - that was breached by the Uzbekistani hackers - where a part of my job was guarding the firms' network - basically, I was the Central Security Officer (CSO), amongst other obligations - and Diners Club Adriatics' server from several penetration attempts per day for over two years (0 penetrations - maybe there was some lunatic who was following Computer Emergency Readiness Team (CERT) high threat level alerts and was preventing them from getting in; who knows who this lunatic might be ☺) - however, what they did not admit is that the Uzbekistani hackers also had access to the Inner Zone and could have gotten to the physically-self-destructible High Security Module (HSM), whose compromise could financially collapse Diners Club International, and a password that only I knew, that I used to encrypt ~3,000 different access parameters to various systems of the United States' Department of Defence (DoD), the National Aerospace Agency (NASA), multiple systems in the Republic of Croatia etc. stored on my disk - not disclosing which of those passwords constitutes obsession? Additionally, it contains some correspondence which contains data about systems in Austria and Germany - a postal tracking system, which reveal some parts of the network and security infrastructure of Diners Club Adriatic, Budget Rent-a-Car, Generalturist, the Croatian National Tourist Board etc., my vulnerability assessment of present-day mPay - which, at the time, had a major security hole - etc. Now that I think of it, my former boss was on the kidnapping list of the Hrvoje Petrač criminal group. A crook might also expect that I have access data to the systems of one of the Croatian biggest sports betting firms. Several hundred million Euro pass through all these systems per year. Had I not been spitting the psychiatric drugs almost all of the time, I might have become more cooperative with disclosing whatever anyone asked me. Likewise, I have noticed that she is "obsessed with psychiatry". The County Court in Zagreb is refusing to deliver any court documents, stating that my request has been honoured by the fact that I was allowed to make the request at all - kind of like the right to life of Jews was honoured at Auschwitz by them being allowed to scream that they have a right to life while being killed with Zyklon B in the gas chambers or scream anything else - complete respect of all rights - maybe the court should be renamed to "the Nazi Court in Zagreb".
  120. In the second part of February or early March, 2010, a guy at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - was told to stay in his room, but took a walk in the hallway, regardless; he was viciously restrained to his bed by 3 staff members of for disobeying, after which he started spitting on them, so a staff member placed a pillow over his face for a minute (~60 seconds), which could have suffocated him.
  121. A "doctor" at Vrapče Psychiatric Hospital wrote that I am only interested in "my computer" - it's called "IT, IT security, and cryptography", not "my computer", you imbecile - and that I, basically, refuse to draw with a crayon for 2 hours per day.
  122. I was tortured using the anxiety production method by being unjected with Rispolept consta.
  123. The harassment of patients at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - starts at 6 AM on some wards, when the patients are shouted into getting up. Sometimes, the staff kicks patients' beds. Beds need to be arranged extra-geometrically, otherwise the staff tends to throw away all sheets and make the patients make the whole bed again. The patients must clean the toilets and mop the floors, which the director of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, Vlado Jukić, calls this "therapy". Sometimes some get rashes from cleaning the toilets. The staff is continuously aggressive towards the patients, 57 of which must sit for 2 - 3 hours in a ~90-square-metre room almost every day and draw with a crayon. Patients are continuously told what to do. The staff is aggressive if they consider a patient to be standing in the wrong spot and sometimes hit them either with arms or kick them with both arms and legs. Next to this, Auschwitz-Birkenau is a leisure camp - a recreational facility.
  124. At the same time, patients are forbidden from salvation by death, which psychiatry regards as a mental illness. Yet, when Jews did the same in the late 1930es and during World War II in Nazi Germany in much nicer conditions - which I am acquainted with, as I have examined the Holocaust a bit - this was a sign of mental health. Jews had it good at Auschwitz-Birkenau; they even had the opportunity to be put out of their misery if they were unable to take it physically, while psychiatry performs EXTREME TORTURE and makes sure the patients cannot escape it - somewhat equal to the operation of Hell. On a side note, the main phone number of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - is +385 1 3780 666. The Received Text (Textus Receptus) of the Book of Revelation of the New Testament of the Bible states that the number of the beast is "the number of a man", "a human number", or "a number of humanity" - depending on how you translate it from Greek: six hundred threescore and six - 666. However, a paper found at the ancient Oxyrynchus trash dump, Oxyrynchux Paper (Papyrus Oxyrynchux) № 4499 - the earliest known version of the Received Text (Textus Receptus) - lists the number as being 616. The Book of Revelation descibes two beasts: the first comes from the abyss and the second comes from the Earth and makes everyone follow the first beast. The first beast is neither a man nor human. The second beast comes from the Earth. So, my conclusion is that the number 666 refers to the second beast. In the parliament of the European Union, seat № 666 is assigned to no one. Which phone number ending would satanists (see Church of Satan) choose, even if they had a few hundred phone number endings to choose from? What kind of place and circumstances would be the most opportune place and circumstances for satanists (see Church of Satan) to perform human sacrifice at with impunity? Interestingly, the director of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychoatry Vrapče, Vlado Jukić, appears with a satanic grin - it is not a smile - in front of the main and oldest building of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - in which the worst atrocities are committed in an Internet news portal picture. Does he have this grin because he knows how high and mighty he is having his picture taen for the media while in the very building behind him people are being viciously tortured for the purpose of elevating society above the bottom in the manner of Incan human sacrifices and witch burnings - after whose ending psychiatry appeared, except in countries which still sacrifice "witches" to elevate society above the bottom? People in psychiatric hospitals exist in EXTREME SUFFERING. Psychiatry demands that each patient "accepts treatment" - takes drugs such as Haloperidol (e.g. Haldol) - which causes Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1 - these are all the lunatics which "shake" their body or walk like they are crippled, even though they are not naturally crippled, Quintiapine (e.g. Seroquel) - which causes slight hallucinations, Olanzapine (e.g. Zyprexa and Zalasta) - which causes Schizophrenia F20 i.e. Early dementia (Dementia praecox) - these are all the patients that cannot compose two meaningful sentences, make simple conclusions, and tend to speak or do obvious nonsence or illogical acts, Risperidone (e.g. Rispolept Consta) - which causes anxiety, restlessness, and, thus, the inability to sleep due to not being able to keep still, Flufenazine (e.g. Moditen Depot) - which causes Restless Legs (Wittmaack-Ekbom) Syndrome G25.81 - these are the alleged lunatics which swing their torso back and forth while sitting and trip their legs while standing and lying - etc. - and "becomes aware of their condition"; otherwise a patient is hunted - police are sent after the patient. Psychiatric drugs are produced by companies such as Monsanto, which produced chemical weapons used by United States' forces to kill Viet Cong forces and the rural peasentry who supported them in excruciating pain during the Vientam War, contrary to several international conventions and agreements which ban the use of chemical weapons in war, the first dating back to 1675. When a company makes chemical weapons, it needs an army - or parts of an army - which will be callous and dishonourable enough that it does not care what it's firing at the enemy. At present, psychiatry claims that 26.2% of people around the world ages 18 and older suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in a given year - and thus fall under the control of psychiatry (NIMH page):

    Mental disorders are common in the United States and internationally. An estimated 26.2 percent of Americans ages 18 and older — about one in four adults — suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in a given year. When applied to the 2004 U.S. Census residential population estimate for ages 18 and older, this figure translates to 57.7 million people.

    Such a percentage of subjects is larger than the percentage of Christians, Muslims, Buddhists etc. Every 4th person aged 18 and older you know or see on the street allegedly has a diagnosable mental disorder during any given year. I would call Auschwitz-Birkenau a leisure camp - a recreational facility. Jails are heaven next to psychiatry - the clear message from the state is: kill, steal, rape small children etc.
  125. Psychiatrists are EXTREME blood-vicious psychopaths, Satan himself, who EXTREMELY TORTURE AND DEGRADE those who they expect cannot return the favour, for fun, ecstasy, pleasure, and money, servicing the establishment of social cohesion by sacrificing some members of society in much more extreme manner than anything done at Auschwitz-Birkenau. These are the witch burnings of today, for the pleasure of society. Society cannot be high if there's not someone placed at the bottom, harassed, and tortured, much like Nazi German society was very high and proud exactly due to the fact that everyone in their path was suffering. If it were otherwise, society would be at the bottom. This is why irrelevant acts and/or thoughts are declared to be somehow wrong, even though they're not illegal. People in jail are not at the bottom, because their presence in jail is usually their own choice; hence, they have been in no way degraded, other than not being able to evade laws. I would say that the main proponents of psychiatry are the ones that have the highest need to be high. If they're already on top, this top can only go upwards if something is added at the bottom. This is why Incan priests made live sacrifices; it was done in order to elevate Incan society, much like the atheist priests of today - psychiatrists - perform psychiatric torture as a live sacrifice, also. Enemies tend to return the favour as they can identify that they belong to the group that was sacrificed, so enemies are no longer sacrificed like in Incan society. Sacrificing your own cannot be done unless some form of fault is invented. This is how witches were invented. Other witches will not return the favour, because it's difficult for them to say whether or not they'll be declared witches or not. It is difficult for anyone who has not already been sacrificed to realize they might one day be sacrificed in this manner. The moment witch burnings stopped, psychiatric facilities began to open all over the world. If you observe countries that detain, harass, and torture people for witchcraft even today, you will notice that these same countries are not permilliar with mental illnesses, because such an invention will not be needed in their country until witch detention, harassment, and torture is outlawed. No one asks why psychiatry has no empirical methods of establishing what a supposed mental illness is or is not because the purpose of psychiatry is not to treat illnesses at all, but to produce live sacrifices to elevate society. People who cannot resist are sacrificed - these are the same people that would be burned as witches were that procedure not replaced with psychiatric treatment. The Holocaust and the Srebrenica massacre were massive Incan-type sacrifices. Neither Hitler nor Karađžić killed for themselves; they killed for their society. I would also say that this was a signifficant reason for dropping the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, besides strategic reasons. I bet that if you check the number of people detained, harassed, and tortured in psychiatric hospitals during times of victory for the state, you will see a decline in the number of the "mentally ill", while, at the same time, there is no decline in the number of the physically ill. Greek society did not consider homosexuality to be in any way wrong, because they had slaves who were are the bottom, so there was no empty space they needed to fulfill with, for instance, homosexuals - no one cared whether they were homosexuals or not.
  126. Patients are prevented from associating by being harassed by staff whenever they spontaneously gather and stand or sit on the floor in an empty hallway to achieve privacy - the foundation of association itself - a public gatjering does not mean people are associating it means they're havng a meeting, demonstrations, a riot, or a revolution. In Star Trek, all Borg are connected and know each-others' thoughts; yet, they do not asccosite. In order for there to be association, there must be individuals and there must be privacy. Wooden torture chairs are not comfort. The psychiatric Borg system is a subtle scheme to prevent this and then claim that the patients are not social.
  127. I was tortured using the Restless Legs (Wittmaack-Ekbom) torture method by being injected with Moditen depot, which causes Restless Legs (Wittmaack-Ekbom) Syndrome G25.81. The victim of this method must constantly trip from one leg to the other, "walk" while sitting in bed, or swing their torso back and forth while sitting, otherwise it gets unbearable. This method is not applied even at Guantanamo.
  128. A man was brought to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče. While the personnel were restraining him and he was defenceless, the police beat him.
  129. All mail sent by public authorities to the patients at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - is examined and sometimes censored by staff. The cesoring occures either prior or after a patient signs the postal delivery receipt.
  130. A man was brought to ward 1i of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - by police sometimes between April 9 and May 5, 2010. He died within minutes. A staff member who was not present at all on that ward signed a statement stating that she saw nothing out of order leading to his death minutes after arrival. This might be a special way for the police to kill people - they bring them near death, deliver them to a psychiatric facility, the citizen dies, and no one askes about someone who died at a psychiatric facility. I wonder who the man was.
  131. A nice guy who is often detained at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - was brought in by the police after two guys started hitting him and he hit them back - obviously, he's here to get beaten and they are there to beat; a violation of this state common law is punished by psychiatric drugging, harassment, torture, and detention.
  132. A public transportation driver started talking to me a few days ago and, after a minute of discussing the current state of corruption of the state, he stated that public officials should be killed. While I stand on my head using legal remedies, it took him only a minute to realize what the only available course of action in the Republic of Croatia seems to be. Yes, they should be executed like Ceausescu, but really in a less formal manner. These psychopaths systematically violate the Constitution, international contracts, and laws to ensure that higher classes have only rights and lower classes have only obligations, knowing that nothing significant compared to what they achieve by this can ever happen to them, systematically hiding behind the right to life of the Convention for the Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms, making not even memento mori - the only thing that applied to the absolutely powerful in the Roman Empire - apply to them. In the Republic of Croatia, almost no law that refers to state officials has any penal regulations and when something that refers to state employees other than state officials does have penal regulations, it is the job of Općinsko državno odvjetništvo - the Municipal State Attorneys' office - to make sure the perpetrators are not penalized. They have direct impunity or impunity by means of reaching the statute of limitations - to make things a bit less obvious - in any cases against them. The most aggressive maniac from my high school transferred to the police academy. Who will answer for the harassment - at the hands of a Montenegrin, two Jews, three Bosnians, and possibly two Serbs - and murder - at the hands of the police and psychiatry - at the same facility where I was almost killed at the hands of the deputy of the director who used to be the doctor at the neighbouring village with a post office etc. - of my immediate neighbour, wounded Homeland War veteran Robert Car? Obviously no one; the state even refuses to disclose the badge numbers and the official identity numbers of the police officers involved, classifying them as a state secret with a secrecy level or RESTRICTED. Ministarstvo unutarnjih poslova (MUP) - the Ministry of Internal Affairs - is an armed terror formation, operating in the name of the Republic of Croatia, whose purpose is the terrorising of the lower classes and ensuring that the higher classes are not persecuted for any crimes.
  133. I even had to use a false identity under the special provisions of Article 30, paragraph 1 of the Penal Law while evading unlawful police attacks, passing several identity checks. After a month and a half on the run, I was sitting near the top of a staircase - an access staircase to a public transportation stop. I chose the spot as I couldn't sit in the park as the police cruise around it and they never come up to the public transportation stop. I was considering various aspects of my encrypted mobile phone project - a mobile phone with Clipper-like features, intentionally excluding escrow features. Suddenly, two armed police officers walked up and approached me - they stated that someone reported that someone was lying on the stairs and asked me if I had seen someone lying there. I told them I hadn't and that only one guy sat near me for ~15 minutes. However, the problem was that they wanted to check my identity and took me for identification to the police station, where I passed identification using the only not-so-good false identity I had all data for. As I stated that I hadn't been to the false identities' official address for several years - which is true, I was charged with vagrancy and taken before a judge that happened to be the wife of the false identities' school class mate, so they finally figured out that I am not him. After being captured and placed in psychiatric detention, the medical examiner of the County Court in Zagreb told me "Ako udaraš po sustavu, sustav će udariti po tebi." - "If you strike at the system, the system will strike at you." - and ordered my torture and detention. This is the same system that has raised taxes to 25% and even intends to impose taxes on bread and milk to feed itself - the state parasitic system - while not an hour of walking through the streets passes without seeing someone digging through the trash. This has nothing to do with the political party in charge - the Republic of Croatia is something I call štafetna idiotokracija - relay race idiotocracy - the rule of idiotes (Greek; those who rule for personal gain) who just keep passing the baton to one another. The purpose of the state is feeding itself and the systematic support of class society in which some classes have realistic, non-prescribed, impunity and the systematic support of corruption and organized crime. Of course, I can't stand such a thing - must be genetic: my ancestors were in the Senj Uskocci, after all. Senj was the only Croatian town besides Dubrovnik not under imperial control as the emperor concluded that he would lose too many troops taking it over as the Senj Uskocci were fierce fighters who successfully fought both the Republic of Venice and the Ottoman Empire. The Republic of Croatia is a state in which a black American basketball player, Illisha Jarrett, was raped by a man who inserted a finger into her anus after missing her vagina and a county court judge basically declared that this is equal to a handshake. The ruling was annulled by the Constitutional Court only after intervention by the United States Embassy. Ilisha Jarrett didn't want to come to Croatia to testify personally because she was afraid to come - I think she had good reason. At the same time, the Parliament and the Constitutional Court make sure that the citizens cannot organize a single referendum. For instance, the citizens of the Republic of Croatia were not allowed to vote on whether to enter the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), even though many have protested over some of its' activities which have little to do with defence as I saw while observing the demonstrations in front of the United States Embassy in 2003.
  134. When my identity was discovered, I called my (biological) mother to visit me. During the visit, I requested that she buy and bring me the book Linux Bible, which cost 500-something Kunas (~70 €), to which she replied "Neeeveeen. Kakve ti imaš ideje!" - "Neeeveeen. What kind of ideas you have!" - and later "Ne... Štaaa‼ Ovo ću prijaviti doktoru!" - "№.. Whaaat‼ I'll report this to the doctor!", as if it's insane or as if I'm asking for who knows what from someone who has ~700,000 € in almost-exclusivelly-inherited assets and money in banks and ~400% the average pensioners' income in Croatia. Then after I repeated the request, she said "Neeeveeen!". Of course, this is the same person who was dodging Služba državne bezbednosti (SDB) - the State Security Service - agents in ~1986 by exiting busses and entering new ones while we going to my (biological) fathers' flat a few times for a weekend. I thought it was some kind of game - I was ~6. It is not unlikely they had some interest in her; however, any non-stupid agent would realize where we were going and simply wait for us near my (biological) fathers' flat. She had no active involvement in anything, so I doubt they would be interested in more than tapping her phone just in case. They probably didn't have enough agents to continuously follow everyone of potential interest - that's why they had a lot of informants, in order to find out when they need to put agents on someone; how did she think these things work? A program of mine, Antiroute, was included into SunFreeware and used by a University Professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) as an example for his students in 2001 and another program of mine, swapd, was included into Debian GNU/Linux and Ubuntu; yet, I can't even get a ~70 € book from my ~700,000 € (biological) mother while insanely being deprived of liberty. Of course, the mentally ill "doctor" did not realize what it was that she was telling him - psychiatrists are unable to interpret reality correctly and fall into "persons of unsound mind" from Article 5, paragraph 1, part (e) of the Convention for the Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms which are to be deprived of liberty due to being persons of unsound mind - and interpreted her "report of my misconduct" to be a simple report and told me the next day that this indicates that I'm getting better - while, at the same time, spitting pills the whole time, not to mention that they kept me inside and people who want to report me for requesting a book walk around freely. These are truly delusional psychopaths. What does this delusional psychopath think I was doing outside, before I was detained for attempting to live and drugged by delusional psychopaths for attempting to live, claiming they want to achieve exactly what I was achieving in freedom before they jacked me? Had the delusional psychopaths not jacked me, I could have finished the theoretical work on my cryptographic Clipper-like-software cell phone and a sports betting mobile application. At the moment they jacked me, I was sitting on some stairs where the police never come - to avoid getting ID-ed, looking at the river, and considering various aspects of these projects.
  135. On ward 1i, up to 8 patients are locked into a room during the night and urinate into 3 guske - plastic containers which can hold up to ~1.5 litres of urin. If they move during the night, they're restrained to their bed.
  136. When I told my "doctor" that I sold vanity numbers, he said that people who buy vanity numbers should be examined. Well, my former boss, a member of the Croatian jet set, has 1 of 2 cell phone diamond numbers currently in circulation out of 6 possible cell phone diamond numbers in the Republic of Croatia. I wonder why no people with diamond necklaces should be examined. The same men who buy vanity numbers have wives who wear diamond necklaces. Maybe my "doctor" expects them to wear their wives' diamond necklaces, instead? Also, a necklace is visible only to people in ones' immediate vicinity and I think that putting diamond necklaces' picture on their business cards would make them look mentally ill. I think the people who put vanity numbers instead of pictures of diamond necklaces on business cards are more than healthy. My "doctor" can start the vanity number mental illness examination with, for instance, Ivica Todorić and then continue along the rest of the Croatian jet set.
  137. I was accused by my "doctor" of selling illegal drugs while on the run. Psychiatrists are, apparently, also criminal judges, but unlike court criminal judges, they need no indication that unlawful acts have been committed, no charges, and no evidence, only wild personal delusions out of nowhere to keep someone detained for the rest of their life. Since psychiatry deals with allegedly-existent mental illnesses, why was I to be detained for the rest of my life based on a psychiatrists' delusion of having sold illegal drugs? Selling illegal drugs is not a mental illness and the sentence for it is only a few years imprisonment. But, of course, psychiatry defines anything it chooses to be a mental illness.
  138. A Jew - a nice guy - who always wore a Hippa - I liked that he is proud of his identity, was oriented, and appeared sane, came to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - so that he could continue getting welfare. They drugged him to such extent that he stopped wearing his Hippa and, when I ran into him after two months, he was disoriented and didn't quite know where he was going.
  139. A patient at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - was escorted to his room to rest and hit a dozen times in his torso at the door to his room.
  140. At the same time, patients are forbidden from having cell phones or calling anyone from stationary phones, because, as several staff members have stated, the patients kept calling the police.
  141. At the same time, the police make sure than no one can escape this.
  142. My ~700,000-€-in-almost-exclusively-inherited-assets-and-money-in-banks-+-~400%-the-average-pensioners'-income-in-Croatia (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, refused to pay for my new front teeth. Meanwhile, my deceased maternal grandmothers' TV set is dead; yet, my (biological) mother keeps paying ~1,200.00 Kunas - the amount equivalent to the price of two used TV sets - per year for cable TV. My (biological) mother didn't report that my maternal grandmother had died to the buildng administrator and kept paying an additional ~50 Kunas per month as my deceased and cremated maternal grandmother apparently still kept drinking water in her flat. For instance, the Linux Bible that my ~700,000-€-in-almost-exclusively-inherited-assets-and-money-in-banks-+-~400%-the-average-pensioners'-income-in-Croatia (biological) mother didn't want to buy me cost as much as ~11 months of this water-drinking by a cremated dead person.
  143. After that, they had Aleksander Haid - a Jew? - examine me in an unlawful attempt (in violation of Article 134 (now Article 141) of the Constitution of the Republic of Croatia) to take away my legal capacity. The Centre for Social Welfare claims the request to take away my legal capacity was made by my psychiatrist; however, it is they who requested it by sending a written request for a statement from my psychiatrist. Something is skewed here - why is the Centre for Social Welfare lying about who initiated the unlawful procedure? There are presently over 16,000 persons in the Republic of Croatia whose legal capacity has been unlawfully taken away or limited, which is unlawful since August 15, 2007 CEST. For instance, the legal capacity of a woman from Opatija was taken away after she shouted something political at the former president of the Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. She is now systematically degraded. You see, Aleksander Heid held a successful and ritch lawyer, Ana Jendriš-Jelesić, at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - for several months in 2001. After it became public that this was done by order of the president, Aleksander Haid claimed that she was a mental-illness-faker. In 2008, he held Mirjana Pukanić, who managed to get out after notifying the media, which caused the Mirjana Pukanić scandal. He is also the same "doctor" that co-signed the statement on my (biological) father, Andrija Željko Lovrić, after the police brought him to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - based on a fake warrant. I wonder what one might find out if one digs deeper into his activities. Note that I am the sole inheritor of ~700,000 € worth of property (2 flats in Zagreb - ~87 and ~60 m2, 2.5 houses near the sea - ~100, ~200, and unknown m2, 22 shares of Industrija nafte (INA) - the biggest Croatian oil company, parts of a house in Sisak, Biedermeier furniture, a lot of land around them, land in Zagreb, land at Mrežnica, and ~300,000 Kunas (~40,000 €) in banks). Actually, when my aunt dies, this will be ~900,000 €. She can't use her ~200,000 € worth of property, because my (biological) father has changed all the locks and taken full control of it. If the not-yet denationalized building in the centre of Senj - my paternal great grandfathers' warehouse (he owned two merchant ships: the Anastasia and the Santa Maria) - is also counted, this comes to somewhere around 1,300,000.00 €. When Croatia joins the European Union, the values of all these properties near the sea will go up and may be worth somewhere above 1,500,000.00 €. Taking of legal capacity in Croatia is only attempted when a person has assets. However, when one has nothing and is completely insane (and by this I mean patients that cannot compose two meaningful sentences) and/or mentally retarded, no one attempts to take their legal capacity away. Yet, officially these procedures are done to "protect ones' rights and interests". Obviously, the poor have no rights and interests. ~50% of all long-term psychiatric prisoners in Croatia own substantial property, which is controlled by someone else. For instance, they completely drugged-up doctor (Ph.D.) Mladen Jukić, who has a flat across the presidents' residence, to such extent that he is now unable to compose two meaningful sentences and, yet, there was nothing apparently crazy about him when I first met him. After he was drugged up to that effect, his "doctor" stated "Now you're fine!". I'm not sure whether his "doctor" is a delusional lunatic, if she just wanted to produce more human cattle for the psychiatric drug industry, if his academic status is intimidating for her, or if there is some kind of deal with whoever is interested in his flat. The psychiatric drug industry makes somewhere between 500.00 and 5,000.00 Kunas per month per person on forced consumptions of their products, partially or fully paid by tax payers; Seroquel (Quintiapine) alone costs 3,000.00 Kunas per box. There are over 16,000 persons whose legal capacity is unlawfully taken away (in violation of Article 141 of the Constitution of the Republic of Croatia) and ~4,000 persons involuntarily committed in psychiatric hospitals in Croatia, which are forced to consume products of the psychiatric drug industry. If each of these forced consumers is forced to consume just 1,000.00 Kunas (~133 €) worth of products of the psychiatric drug industry per month, this comes to 240,000,000.00 Kunas (~32,000,000.00 €) per year for the psychiatric drug industry in the Republic of Croatia alone. Croatia has ~4.5 million people. By means of extrapolation, one can calculate that the psychiatric drug industry might be making ~49,777,777,777.78 € (~50 billion Euro) per year, internationally. At the same time, the psychiatric drug industry sponsors travel of psychiatrists and court medical examiners to congresses around the world and claims that 26.2% of people around the world ages 18 and older suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in a given year (NIMH page):

    Mental disorders are common in the United States and internationally. An estimated 26.2 percent of Americans ages 18 and older — about one in four adults — suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in a given year. When applied to the 2004 U.S. Census residential population estimate for ages 18 and older, this figure translates to 57.7 million people.

    What psychiatry is really saying is that it wants to make ~13,041,777,777.78 € (13 trillion Euro) per year, internationally - the figure also includes persons ages less than 18, as I do not know how many there are, so I cannot exclude them. A sane person has a 60% chance of being diagnosed with psychosis, most often Schizophrenia, if brought to a psychiatrist and presented as being mentally ill (experiment with 25 psychiatrists and 25 medical students by Maurice K. Temerlin, Ph.D.: “Suggestion Effects in Psychiatric Diagnosis”, “Journal of Nervous & Mental Disease”, volume 147, issue 4, pages 349 – 353). This also implies that this might be the percentage of mentally healthy people in psychiatric institutions, as people are brought there indiscriminately. For instance, the Istrian carpenter who owns two houses and was first declared to be suicidal when he accidentally cut his hand with a machine, then, when that failed, an alcoholic who drinks very little alcohol or not at all, is exactly that. Were Ivo Josipović not guarded by bodyguards, he could easily be kidnapped and taken to a psychiatric institution where he would most likely be declared insane as he is slightly confused, anyway. The admission paper would indicate that the patient is disoriented; he would be diagnosed with Schizophrenia F20 and drugged with Zalasta, most likely, which would prevent thinking processes, making him unable to compose two meaningful sentences, then in such state examined by court medical examiners, and placed in "udomiteljstvo" for the rest of his life due to having Schizophrenia F20. His polite behaviour completely corresponds to the polite behaviour of almost all psychiatric patients whose behaviour is diagnosed as Schizophrenia F20. In fact, I have noticed that polite behaviour is the primary trait of all people diagnosed with Schizophrenia F20. If someone broke his teeth and/or inserted whatever lie, the diagnosis would become Paranoid Schizophrenia F20.0. A technician at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - disclosed one of their funny secrets to me. Some guys were skiing on the stairs of a building in the middle of the summer. An old woman heard the noise and opened her front door to see what's going on. At that moment, one of them collided with her, breaking her leg. She called an ambulance and stated that some guys were skiing and broke her leg. After having her leg taken care of at the Trauma Hospital, the doctor there had her transferred to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, where she was diagnosed as being mentally ill and drugged. After a few days, she was transferred to ward 2 - a chronic ward. However, since she kept insisting that some guys were skiing and broke her leg and as it was obvious that her leg got broken somehow, her "doctor" there requested from the police to determine what happened. Of course, they determined that some guys were indeed skiing in her building that day. She was released after 1.5 weeks of being drugged at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, probably with a diagnosis Schizophrenia F20 in remission, and the discharge letter probably stated that psychiatric drugs cured her. According to psychiatry, whoever describes an improbable event is mentally ill - Acute Psychotic Disorder Resembling Schizophrenia F23.2 (Schizophrenia F20, higher degree). You see, mental illnesses do not exist in reality - they're merely matters of agreement between psychiatrists of what types of personalities, states of consciousness, and lack of socially-imposed customary irrational thought (psychiatrists ask "What?", but not "Why?"; additionally, a person of average IQ - 110 using the standard deviation - cannot make a mentally-retarded person - IQ 70 or less - understand some things much like anyone with an IQ above 150 cannot make people with an average IQ understand some things; it's like a healthy-sighted person explaining something to a colour-blind person who simply cannot see it, regardless of how they try to think) they will drug - and this is why there exist no empirical methods or instruments that can measure them - because nothing can measure something that does not exist. I have analysed 4 studies attempting to determine Electroencephalogram (EEG) patterns of alleged schizophrenics. The results of all 4 studies are completely different. The reasons for permanently ending up in psychiatry fall somewhere between meaningless and absurd and people around a mentally healthy person being the actual lunatics. At the same time, the spokesman of the County Court in Zagreb has avoided providing me with the exact amounts paid to court medical examiners, which, under the regulations of the Ministry of Justice can reach several hundred Euro if a court medical examiner just comes, reads something from your medical file, and tells you that you may go. Doctor (Ph.D.) Mladen Jukić is being held in "udomiteljstvo" and almost never allowed to go even into the yard. He told his master that he knows English and she doesn't even know Croatian, after which his legal guardian - a relative - a medical worker - threatened she would lock him up at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - for the rest of his life. Absolute obedience and humbleness before masters - former farmers with little more than elementary schools - is required. The last time I telephoned him, his master demanded that he shorten the conversation. His phone was turned off the next time I tried to reach him. In India, takeovers of properties are performed through witchcraft accussations, after which the owner is murdered and his property taken. In Croatia, witchcraft legally no longer exists. Of course, it isn't very difficult to "demonstrate" that there's something wrong with "me", when, regardless of all this wealth and being a very good student in high school, I didn't finish the faculty due to not being given 800 Kunas (~107 €) for books and now don't have money for food, rent, and clothes, and while the state is refusing to provide me with any documents legally necessary to conduct business or even register for free health insurance, which I'm legally entitled to, my ~700,000 € (biological) mother, Alina Vrkljan Lovrić, won't even send me my laptops' charger and the clothes that my friend bought me with my money, that ended up with my (biological) mother, not to mention that I own various items such as a class A Candy C40-UX 1,000-RPM washing machine that cost me 4,500.00 Kunas when this amount was the average salary in Croatia, heaters that cost me a bit less than 900.00 Kunas, each, a Philips iron that cost me ~350 Kunas etc. - I always purchased long-term quality, all of which my (biological) father keeps locked at a house. I don't have underpants; yet, I own 20 pairs, which he keeps locked up. He even took my 500.00-Kunas Olympus binoculars and military compass. At the same time, my (biological) mother claimed that she sent me 4,000.00 Kunas per month, when, in fact, she sent 2.900-something Kunas per month in a way which turned it into 800.00 - 1,200.00 Kunas (~107 - ~160 €) per month usable for supplies and all other expenses, as I had to order from a restaurant instead of buying a large supply and having it transported, because the 2,900-something Kunas per month were sent by the dropper, on unknown dates and times, without any notification if any money would be sent at all or when this would be. Of course, a person who is unable to manage on 4,500.00 Kunas per month is not able to conduct business; however, this has nothing to do with me - the 4,500.00 Kunas per month are my (biological) mothers' hallucination and ones' assumption that I would be getting money at a single point of a month is an assumption, assuming that my (biological) mother is rational - which she is not - or appears to operate using the Antisocial Personality Disorder F60.2 algorithm. Regardless of all the wealth at my (biological) fathers' disposal, he lives in a flat with mud on the floor, stains on the walls, 1⁄2 a centimetre of dust everywhere, parquetry missing, most rooms are full of junk etc. and up to around 2000, he had a 1.5-metre-high pile of trash in the north-west corner of the kitchen - he doesn't call his room "brlog" - den - for nothing - and doesn't leave his flat for weeks at a time, writing on Metapedia and Stormfront - White Nationalist Community, protected by a reinforced steel door so that the police cannot take him to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - again, when he could easily hire a housekeeper (my (biological) mother doesn't clean her own flat, much less his) and go sailing with a 5-metre wooden boat which he says he wants to buy, but allegedly he's too poor to buy it - it's not particularly clear to me how he doesn't have money for one besides all this wealth. However, it is true that he doesn't have it physically, as my (biological) mother is keeping all of it and recounting it several times per day. Also, even the library staff at Fakultet organizacije i informatike - the Faculty of Oragnization and Informatics - thought that I must be insane as I was the only student - a freshman at that - to ever borrow Dorothy Elizabeth Robling Dennings' Cryptography and Data Security. They probably thought that I can't even read what it says in the title. Also, when I recently communicated with Državni zavod za intelektualno vlasništvo (DZIV) - the State Department for Intellectual Property - regarding the registration of my patent in the field of cryptography, they initially told me that "computer programs can't be patented", not understanding that I'm talking about an algorithm. They also said the only other person in the Republic of Croatia that ever registered such a patent is University Professor Vladimir Prelog, Ph.D. Of course, this isn't very impressive to me, as my program, Antiroute, was included into SunFreeware and used for demonstrations by some University Professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in 2001 for a while. Then there's swapd, which got included into Debian GNU/Linux and Ubuntu. However, then the state started foreclosure on my property, which can also include intellectual property, so I had to spend significant funds inter alia to transfer my Internet assets to the neutral territory of the Swiss Confederation. None of my assets except very small amounts of money, remain in the Republic of Croatia. Psychiatrists are somewhere between psychopaths and delusional maniacs that examine effect, but never cause. If they were placed in an emergency room, stabbed and bleeding persons would be diagnosed with a blood disorder that prevents blood from thickening and causes all wounds to bleed endlessly and would drug the patient with something against this condition, instead of applying a bandage on the wound. These are the real persons of unsound mind from Article 5, paragraph 1, part (e) of the Convention for the Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms who are to be detained due to having an unsound mind. Psychiatry is a mental illness.
  144. An old man refused to sell some of his land so that his son can buy a motorcycle, so they had him taken to Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - where he was drugged; however, he kept refusing to take the drugs, so a staff member would frequently beat him. He kept insisting he was not mentally ill and was released after 1 year. As I understand, he was imprisoned by order of the County Court in Zagreb. The County Court in Zagreb doesn't give out involuntary committal documents to patients; in the case of Mirjana Pukanić, it even refused to hand them over to Državno odvjetništvo - the State Attorneys' office.
  145. Two patients choked from food on ward 1c of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - in May, 2011 due to being drugged with psychiatric drugs that make swallowing difficult. They were carried out by other patients in metal coffins.
  146. The director of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, Vlado Jukić, personally told me that they will take my legal capacity away so that I will have to get drugged - obviously into such a state that I cannot compose two meaningful sentences - much like they have done with doctor (Ph.D.) Mladen Jukić - and speak or write another word against psychiatry or the state parasitic system. At least in Auschwitz no one pretended that you were supposedly alive while killed.
  147. This same blood-vicious psychopath, the director of Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče, Vlado Jukić, the patients' of whose facility clean toilets to the point of getting rashes and pleading in tears to be relieved of this duty, refused to give me a copy of any part of my (psychiatric) "medical" file, in violation of Article 23, paragraph 2 of Zakon o zaštiti prava pacijenata - the Law on the Protection of Patients' Rights. He does not want all of the ridiculous and easily-disprovable statements entered into it made public. Psychiatric "medical" files are made by having psychiatrists record their or other peoples' - it is sufficient that someone speaks it, without any proof - delusions and/or hallucinations on paper and then making sure that the person whom it concerns is neither allowed to read it, nor get a copy, while it is, at the same time, used against them as if it is based on reality rather than psychiatrists' own delusions and/or hallucinations. The staff of his facility confiscated my laptop, pen, paper, and envelopes to prevent me from addressing state and international bodies and confiscated material I was writing. At the same time, he replies to the Minister of Health and Social Welfare that all "patients" in his facility are free to address whatever state or international body they like. Additionally, his "doctors", Čelić, Ilarija Čulo, and Davor Bačić, and some technical staff, attempted to permanently vegetate me right after filing criminal charges against them by starting to give me 5× doses, not knowing that I was spitting out all doses, anyway, to prevent me from filing further criminal charges against them, Vlado Jukić, and/or the facility, while Čelić also threatened to restrain me after I complained about the death threat against me, apparently incited by a member of the staff who confiscated my written material. These are EXTREME monsters, beyond doctor Mengele. The police were also notified to prevent me from reaching the post office. The PSYCHOPATHIC MONSTER that tried to vegetate me to prevent me from filing further criminal charges and sending further notifications to the Ombudsman by giving me 5× doses, Davor Bačić, wrote in the discharge letter that I got better from continuous drugging, even though I kept spitting all pills since after 2 weeks inside - of course, none of the personnel suspected anything, because the psychiatric drugs "seemed to be working" and I was not hearing voices - kind of like president Ivo Josipović is not hearing voices - obviously, the psychiatric drugs are very effective in his case, also. Vlado Jukić also asked me why I didn't go to Paris during the weekend - while being detained against my will, not to mention that I couldn't earn money to go to Paris while being detained against my will. At the same time, he takes pictures in front of his torture facility, smiling wide in a suit on each picture, while, at the same moment, those whom these psychopaths expect will never be able to return the favour are being systematically harassed, tortured, beaten, and dressed in worse-than-scare-crow outfits in the building behind him. Apparently, he also goes to Paris - paid by torture of his "patients" - while all this is happening, since he mentioned going to Paris during the weekend.
  148. People without legal capacity in the Republic of Croatia either perform farm work, building work, or similar, and/or are systematically made to accept degradation. If a person without legal capacity refuses, they're taken to a psychiatric facility based on whatever acusations are invented, restrained, and drugged there, until they "stop being psychotic" and "behave normally" (i.e. perform labour). One guy - whose surname I know - at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - refused to return to his master and even ran out of the ambulance when they were taking him back after the "treatment", after which they completely drugged him up and delivered him to his master. The property of these de facto / unofficial slaves is, at the same time, ceased by their relatives or the state. It's a full slavery system enforced by the state over ~16,000 people that surpasses any black-slave-whipping-runaway-slave-disorder system used in the United States of America two centuries ago. In the United States of America, medical doctors diagnosed runaway black slaves with the following medical condition: Runaway Slave Disorder; the diagnosis has been officially abandoned and running away from slavery is now treated as Borderline Personality Disorder F60.2. Similarly, homosexuals have officially not been mentally ill since 1990, when Homosexuality 302.0 was abandoned as a diagnosis. Now they're mentally ill if someone abuses them for being homosexuals; the diagnosis is called Egodystonic Sexual Orientation F66.1.
  149. Patients are prevented from associating by being harassed by staff whenever they spontaneously gather in a room or stand or sit on the floor in an empty hallway to achieve privacy - the foundation of association itself - a public gatjering does not mean people are associating it means they're havng a meeting, demonstrations, a riot, or a revolution. In Star Trek, all Borg are connected and know each-others' thoughts; yet, they do not asccosite. In order for there to be association, there must be individuals and there must be privacy. Wooden torture chairs are not comfort. The psychiatric Borg system is a subtle scheme to prevent this and then claim that the patients are not social.
  150. Also, they keep bringing in a Homeland War veteran - whose name I know - who owns one house and is the sole inheritor of his aunts' house. He has no idea why he's constantly being brought in, but figures he must have done something - even though no one can tell him what this something is, not even the staff at Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - Vrapče Psychiatric Hospital. The police once told him that Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - issued a warrant for him to be brought to the clinic; yet, the clinic claims it issues no such warrants.
  151. A nice guy - who owns a ~90-square-metre flat in Zagreb and whose name I have stored - also keeps getting brought in and the staff tells some absurd stiries contrary to the guys' obvious character.
  152. I started taking legal steps in mid-2011. On October 21, 2011 CEST, I filed a 190-page (+ 8-page form + 188 pages of documents = 386 pages, total) application against the Republic of Croatia with the European Court of Human Rights.
  153. On October 24, 2011 arond 6:00 PM CEST, the police came to the flat of a friend who received my mail, intimidated her (she was told that receiving my mail is "an error" she has made), and examined all my mail that was present at her flat at the time. A very ill fate already befall her before that after she sent a negative letter to president Stjepan Mesić in light of her devotion to the Roman Catholic taith.
  154. Due to something Albert Čeperić had claimed, I requested a copy of staff logs from Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - through the Ministry of Health and Social Welfare. Instead of sending the logs, Klinika za psihijatriju, KBC Rijeka - the Clinic for Psychiatry, CHC Rijeka - started foreclosure on my property to pay for my own unlawful torture and detention, to be carried out by public notar Vera Lovrović Lečić, Fiorello Laguardie 25, 51 000 Rijeka. Not even the Nazis sent bills for usage of the gas chambers. Under the law, the state pays for involuntary committal.
  155. The glass on my printer / scanner was smashed and water was poured on my laptop, possibly by an employee of the Republic of Croatia, who had access to both.
  156. A stick was stabbed into my neck, 1 centimetre right of my Adams' Apple. Upon getting encouraged further, the same person later threatened me with death. It was attempted to subdue me from filing criminal charges and I was threatened with torture by a state employee, authorized by the Republic of Croatia to order torture. An employee of Operativno-komunikacijski centar (OKC) - the operational-Communications Centre - of the Zagreb Police Department refused to dispatch police officers and even refused to give me her badge number.
  157. Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - prides itself with having uncomfortable wooden chairs which produce uncomfort and physical strain to persuade drugged, hungry, and/or exhausted patients to sit on the floor so that they can claim that these patients are mentally ill. At the same time, its' director, Vlado Jukić, sits on nicely-cusioned Biedermeier or similar furniture and all staff have nicely-cusioned chairs - this, supposedly, makes them sane.
  158. All I can say is that people are tortured in these facilities more than any Jew at Auschwitz-Birkenau and I know this because I've read a bit about the operation of Auschwitz-Birkenau. The Jews had it relatively good at Auschwitz-Birkenau. These psychiatric EXTREME TORTURE facilities operate under the patronage of the government - the police, Državno odvjetništvo - the State Attorneys' office - etc. in order for society to achieve pleasure from torture (i.e. establishment of social cohesion by sacrificing some members of society). In centuries past social cohesion was established by labelling a suitable member of society as a witch and burning him / her at the stake while everyone watched and enjoyed. In case you pretend not to know, the level of clinical psychopathy in humans is 3% of men and 2% of women; the rest are just less than clinically psychopathic; see research of Robert D. Hare, Ph.D., who measured that he himself has 10% of the level of psychopathy necessary to be considered clinical. Of course, psychiatrists seem to be psychopaths above the average - one needs to be in order to even go into such a profession.
  159. Antipsychiatrists state that psychiatry kills, but by "kill" they mean death of the body. However, psychiatry drugs persons into being out of touch with reality, unable to think, or nearly-completely brain-dead, while psychiatrists keep saying that the patient is "now fine". In Schiavo vs. the United States, the Supreme Court of the United States of America concluded that the death of the brain constitutes the death of the person and that the body remaining alive does not mean that the person is alive. I completely agree with them. What antipsychiatrists seem not to have realized thus far is that psychiatry does not occasionally kill by killing the whole body, but it kills the majority of patients by killing the brain partially or fully. You see, the purpose of drugs like Olanzapine (e.g. Zyprexa and Zalasta) is to prevent thinking; therefore, if their effect were to be 100% - it's over 50%, usually; that's why "lunatics" can't compose two meaningful sentences - it has nothing to do with their natural state - the person would be legally dead in the United States of America. However, no psychiatrists have yet been convicted of temporary or permanent murder, because psychiatrists keep convincing everyone that the patient is "now fine", while their relatives "take care" of their property.
  160. Most times my (biological) mother came, she would stay for just a few minutes, have no conversation with me - we've never had one and by never I mean never - not bring me socks for several months, state that my "doctor" instructed her not to give me any money so that I cannot escape, refuse to pay to have my broken front teeth fixed, apparently so that I would look as crazy as possible, call me crazy for the Restless Legs (Wittmaack-Ekbom) Syndrome G25.81 induced by being injected with Moditen depot, insult me, calling me "Bijedo." - "You misery." - etc., and then threaten that she would call the staff when I would verbally resist, and after one or several of those return to her ~87-square-metre inherited flat in the centre of Zagreb to live off ~9,600 Kunas per month and ~700,000 € in almost-exclusively-inherited properties, while paying for my deceased maternal grandmother as an additional user of water in the flat and not having a working TV set while at the same time paying 1,200 Kunas - the price of two used TV sets - for cable TV, annually. Yes, why am I "a misery"? I didn't get 800 Kunas (~107 €) for books etc. like she did, so I don't have a university degree - and I think I could have had a Ph.D. in IT or IT security by now - due to which I even didn't get jobs at an IT security firm and Siemens Hrvatska, as a security analyst and UNIX systems engineer, where I could have possibly earned 10,000,00 - 15,000.00 Kunas per month after a while - 10,000.00 Kunas is a possible systems' engineers' salary and 15,000.00 Kunas is the typical Central Security Officer (CSO) salary in large companies in Croatia - even though I was one of the finalists, with the employer at the IT security firm telling me in the end that he liked me because I was interested in the field (i.e. I didn't apply just for the salary), but that he would have to hire someone with a Ph.D. just to sign the vulnerability assesments I would make. I already had a higher salary than my (biological) mother soon after having to drop out of the faculty and getting a job, at which point - in 2002 - my (biological) father, when he heard that I had gotten a higher salary than my (biological) mother, telephoned me and proposed that I give my entire salary to my (biological) mother each month, claiming that she would return more to me later on. My paternal grandfather, Mihovil Lovrić, bought my (biological) father binoculars costing who knows how much, a microscope costing 1⁄3rd of my paternal grandfathers' monthly salary etc.; my (biological) father got money for his Ph.D. from the state 3 times and I borrowed him my computer - which he never returned - so that he could finally get a Ph.D. at the age of ~54; yet, I never got almost anything from either of them and my (biological) father even stole my huge flashlight, Olimpus binoculars - the best available when I bought them in 2002 - etc. because they were all better than the ones he had. In late 2002, when I told my (biological) father, who left when I was 3 months old and had little to do with me, that I would like to continue my university studies and I would need 3,000.00 Kunas for the annual tuition - I was originally relieved of paying tuition because I shared 10th place on the entry ranking list - plus money for books etc., he said that they would need to sell land to get the money; yet, an income of 375% of the average salary together, getting ~17,000.00 Kunas per month / ~204,000.00 Kunas per year in the late 2000s.
  161. There is, however, another issue. You see, some data from the operations was encrypted using an up to ~6e+30 combinations (depending on how smart and equipped the person doing the brute-forcing is) password that only I knew and stored on my disk, which my (biological) father took and in 2010, after I requested it from my (biological) mother, she reported that my (biological) father stated that he doesn't know where it is. However, if Pretty Good Privacy (PGP) or the GNU Privacy Guard (GnuPG) - I'm not sure which one I had available - was using the Data Encryption Standard (DES), the then-standard symmetric key encryption algorithm for securing data up to the TOP SECRET level, as the default symmetric key encryption algorithm at the time, then regardless of that, the encryption key derived from the password has only 256 combinations, which can be brute-forced within a year or so on a single present-day desktop computer. The disk was in my possession and not compromised up to September 5, 2008 after 4 PM CEST. Court medical examiner Nina Vidrih devotes 1⁄4 of each of her reports to statements that I am "obsessed with passwords" and am to be detained and psychiatrically drugged, even though she asked me nothing when examining me, but merely read something from my medical file, treated me extremely rudely, and told me that I can go. Maybe refusal to disclose constitutes "obsession". The encrypted data contains access parameters to systems of the United States' Department of Defence (DoD), the National Aerospace Agency (NASA), multiple systems in the Republic of Croatia etc. and software which I developed, which would require an arms export license if it were produced in the United States of America, as they constitute electronic weapons and surveillance systems. One of them was even capable of crashing the kernels of Linux, Solaris etc. within seconds in 1999, before anything would even be logged. I never even told anyone that I had found a way to do that until I told another IT security researcher in 2012, because there was no way to guard against it and, perhaps, there still isn't. Had this software gotten out into the wild, systems around the world would have kept mysteriously crashing for months. This could seriously endanger some key infrastructure and could be used for electronic terrorism. It's enough that Vice Mišković leaked bouncer 0.2 to b4b0 in 1998; it's the most ordinary one, really. The Country Court in Zagreb is refusing to deliver these reports. Oddly enough, my (biological) mother stated that my (biological) father reported in 2011 that my maternal ancestors' house was broken into and so was my paternal ancestors' house; my aunts' flat was, allegedly, set on fire, which I also heard separately. Additionally, the phone line at my maternal ancestors' house was cut. My (biological) father has connections to the Islamic Republic of Iran whose electronic warfare unit took over control of an RQ-170 Sentinel Unmanned Aerial Vehicle (AEV) reconnaisance aircraft which was operated by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) over northern Iran, made it land, and captured it intact, after which the commander of the unit died, allegedly from a heart attack. It should be noted that my access to the least-sensitive system in Belgrade - for which I memorized the access parameters - is still operational after 15 years.
  162. Additionally, Državno odvjetništvo - the State Attorneys' office - and Ured za suzbijanje korupcije i organiziranog kriminaliteta (USKOK) - the Directorate for the Suppression of Corruption and Organized Crime - are refusing to investigate the activities of a criminal group whose multi-million-Kunas operation at the tax payers' expense I have notified them of, including some detailed information. I also poses photographic evidence. Another person who reported organized crime told me that the reported criminal was informed that charges have been filed against him with USKOK only days after they were filed - obviously prior to any investigation taking place. Obviously, USKOK cooperates with organized crime. The person that reported it wants to install cameras all around his house - obviously to protect his family from revenge. Interestingly, this person was also beaten by a police officer - it seems to the point that he was spitting blood, but I do not know if this was before or after he reported the organized criminal to USKOK. After requesting an investigation of the lack of action on the part of Općinsko državno odvjetništvo - the Municipal State Attorneys' office - and USKOK, the Deputy Head State Attorney simply forwarded my request to USKOK itself. USKOK seems to be a specially-set-up filter that protects corruption and organized crime and ensures the rule and criminal activities of the higher classes. They cannot claim that they're mentally ill or incompetent. Obviously they're on the path of establishing themselves as an organization that will decide which organized criminals will and which will not operate, thus achieving great central power. USKOK ensured the victory of Socijal-Demokratska Partija (SDP) - the Social-Democratic Party, using the Russian word "Partija" for "Party", instead of the Croatian word "Stranka" - in the 2011 elections by waiting to prosecute embezzlement within the previously ruling party, Hrvatska Demokratska Zajednica (HDZ) - the Croatian Democratic Union - until just before the elections. Interestingly, the Republic of Croatia is also one of the few countries in which the list of voters is unavailable to those who request it, even though, by some calculations, ~500,000 inexistent voters voted in the 2011 elections. I've not made this calculation, but if it's incorrect, then why are Državno izborno povjerenstvo (DIP) - the State Elections Committee - and Ustavni sud - the Constitutional Court - hiding the list of voters? Interestingly, the ruling of Ustavni sud - the Constitutional Court - neither accepts nor rejects the constitutional lawsuit for disclosure of the list of voters, but merely states that the applicant appeared on a voting list - as if that is legal ground for refusing to disclose the list of voters. Obviously, there's something in that list that they don't want the public to see. If what some suggest really is true, than the elections constitute a coup over the rule of the constitutionally-legitimate authority: the people.
  163. My arms and legs are still slightly Drug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1 stiff - it's more that I can't relax them completely, rather than not being able to use them. I have also noticed that, when being driven in a car, it's like I'm drunk - more so when the car is going faster. I had no such condition on September 5, 2008 CEST. I am not sure if I would be able to drive anymore. Also, it's like I'm unfocused - it might be dangerous to even ride a bicycle. I had no such condition on September 5, 2008 CEST. When I go into the city, I must rest for over 36 hours, afterwards. I am truly physically and neurologically incapable of working. The only thing that I can still do very well is work on my laptop, as long as I don't have to go around too much; then I can do it daily. On September 5, 2008 CEST I was strong enough to passively resist 3 police officers from taking me out of my house naked until they started hitting me with a crowbar; now I can't even stand at a public transportation stop. The young woman from Rijeka at the former concentration camp Campora of the fascist Kingdom of Italy, now known as Psihijatrijska bolnica Rab - Rab Psychiatric Hospital - was right about them trying to break me - and this was not just psychological breaking. I wonder how the prisoners of Guantanamo and survivors of Auschwitz-Birkenau compare. My immediate neighbour, wounded Homeland War veteran Robert Car compars to the Jews that parished in the gas chambers at Auschwitz. The identities of the Gestapo officers involved were probably also classified as a state secret with a secrecy level of RESTRICTED.
  164. On September 5, 2008 CEST, I was fully work-capable, having ~11,000.00 Kunas comming to me within days after having invested ~500 working hours into building up the vanity number business, which was starting to roll. If I could find the customer from Slavonia, who had a benzene Mercedes at the time, has some kind of business partner, and sounded like he was 30 - 45 years old, and the customer from Split, who sounded like he was 30 - 35 years old, but stated nothing else about himself (however, I would expect that he is either rich or needed the vanity numbers for his business), I could sue the state for millions, as I've been legally declared generally unfit for work - opća nesposobnost za rad - after the "treatments". There was a third customer for the much-cheaper silver or golden number 09X/12345666 - if I remember correctly, he said or sounded like he's from Zagreb and sounded like he was 40-something years old - he said that he'll ignore the ending of the number as no other cheap and good numbers are available; perhaps he would also do. However, I do possess a bank transfer receipt for the Tomato platinum number which I managed to salvage and sell for 697.00 Kunas in 2011. The real part is getting them, which I was able to do back then. If an experienced lawyer specializing in restitutions is reading this and is interested in suing the Republic of Croaita for restitution, contact me at nlovric@tormail.net. To encrypt the message usng my 2012-04-11 OpenPGP public key or a later key and/or sign it, use the GNU Privacy Guard (GnuPG), PGP Desktop, or similar. For an ad hoc solution, use Portable PGP. Send me your OpenPGP public key if you wish to receive a response. If you'll be creating a new OpenPGP public key, make the longest key possible (e.g a 4096-bit key, a 2048-bit key, or, if that fails, a 1024-bit key).
  165. The state silently refuses to send me documents necessary to gain employment or even get free public transportation and free healthcare in the meantime. If I break a leg, I'll have to survive with a broken leg, somehow. Meanwhile, I don't have money for food, rent, clothes etc. I can't even get a discount a Državni zavod za intelektualno vlasništvo (DZIV) - the State Department for Intellectual Property, to which I'm entitled under the law, but lack the papers necessary to get it. Obviously, the Republic of Croatia is attempting to completely destroy and kill me.
  166. A man and a woman took a photograph of me from across the street in December, 2011, while I was standing at a public transportation stop. As the man was pointed his camera towards me, the woman stood half a metre or so in front of him, to his right - basically, the shot was made almost over her right shoulder. When I looked directly at them, they walked away after ~3 seconds, without saying anything to eachother.
  167. My mail takes ~2 weeks to pass through post office 10 000 Zagreb in Branimirova street - it seems this has been the case since I filed the application against the state with the European Court of Human Rights. I noticed that my mail was arriving with a delay, but thought this was just sloppiness at the hands of various state authorities that sent it. However, this changed after a letter I sent to Tomislav Dragun, who's on political asylum in the Republic of Slovenia, was intercepted, so I started paying attention to the delivery times of my mail. Also, the seal of the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights of the United Nations in Geneva, Switzeland was missing its' central part, with a new Dutch tape glued over, covering 2 millimetres of the remaining bottom part of the seal, on a letter I received recently. The new Dutch tape appears to have been glued over very carefully along the top edge of the previous Dutch tape; however, the new Dutch tape is 2 milimetres wider. These are human rights in the Republic of Croatia: you contact the United Nations regarding the state violating them and the state starts examining your mail at the post office. Correspondence with the Office of the High Comissioner for Human Rights of the United Nations cannot fall under the "national security" exception of the Convention for the Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms. It is my opinion that this mail has legal immunity from examination by any state. See attached photograph № 1.
  168. After I notified the European Court of Human Rights, the Council of Europe, WikiLeaks (e-mail delivery failure) etc. of the possible Albert Čeperić - Wright-Patterson Air Force Base (WPAFB) connection on February 23, 2012 CET, my anonymous pre-paid Internet connection was blocked the next morning. I was intentionally connected to a more-distant base station due to its' higher speed and went radio-silent immediately on all devices. Due to the distance, spread spectrum interference probably made precise telemetry impossible and it was possible to determine only the general area of the source of the signal. Dogs in the neighbourhood barked several times per night the following 3 nights; yet, they didn't bark at all before that. The next day, I analysed the exact nature of the block from a moving vehicle and determined that it is blocked in such a manner that I can connect only to the local Domain Name System (DNS) server and nothing else, not even systems on the same Classless Inter-Domain Routing (CIDR) subnet as the DNS server. One would implement such a block to record all DNS queries and all connection attempts elsewhere. If someone blocked everything, then they couldn't determine what you are trying to connect to. Of course, I made a special insurance policy prior to having my Internet connection blocked. Immediately after my Internet connection was blocked, someone took over my nickname at a special Internet Relay Chat (IRC) network which uses encryption, IP masking, authorization, and virtual hosts (it's not the encryption, IP masking, authorization, and/or virtual hosts that's special, it's a special network) and stayed on non-stop - one would do such a thing to see who would contact my nickname, until I authenticated to the network from a temporary nickname 3 days later and kicked them off, after which they were present in #croatia using a different nickname for several weeks. On February 25, 2012 CET, I noticed two men approaching me from the left, walking side-by-side, militarily, very fast, while I was standing at a public transportation stop. They passed behind me and after the guy on the left looked back at me, he immediately broke off at 330° and crossed the street. The guy on the right went around the first corner. They looked like Americans. The guy on the left showed up at the Internet cafe I went to afterwards, obviously faking an extreme limp while carrying a crouch in his hand horizontally. I gazed at his screen pretending to be looking at something else - he was running some application I have never seen before. When I left the Internet cafe as it was closing, a Corpo Militare Diplomatico (CMD) and a civilian escort vehicle with the driver inside were parked in front. On February 26, 2012 CET, after I saw the same woman for the 3rd time in 3 days in public transportation - she sat right behind me on February 24 and 25, 2012 CET, I kicked the impersonator off the special Internet Relay Chat (IRC) network, but before I did that, I blunted something interesting into the channel, which, I think, made them back off physically. However, my encrypted Virtual Private Server (VPS) in another country was reset within 3 minutes of kicking the impersonator off the special Internet Relay Chat (IRC) network - I will not explain why someone would want to reset my VPS, but this is the best way to achieve a certain thing. Later, I discovered a trojan was also installed in my laptop. Think of H. B. Gary Federal and similar.
  169. On April 1, 2012 CEST, someone opened the yard gate and walked into the yard only minutes after the person whose place I'm living at left with his car.
  170. On April 2, 2012 CEST, someone locked the yard gate and I found 2 envelopes on the floor and 2 on a chair when I entered my place - all 4 were on the desk when I left.
  171. On April 4, 2012 CEST, the police came looking for me at my official address, claiming they need to deliver something to me. Allegedly, the state doesn't know how to use postal services as prescribed by law, but instead sends a death squad armed with semi-automatic pistols to deliver it. Perhaps I and several men armed with Kalašnjikov machine guns should deliver a written inquiry about what it is they wanted to deliver to me.
  172. The first time I used a new cell phone - with a completely different International Mobile Equipment Identifier (IMEI) - at the location of my last transmission using my regular cell phone, it was also blocked after a few minutes after making the first call with it at that location (authorized on the network, full signal, but can't even get the amount on the anonymous pre-paid account). My Internet SIM card and voice SIM cards are from different cell phone operators and, therefore, use base stations and telecommunications infrastructure operated by different cell phone operators. Operativno-tehnički centar za nadzor telekomunikacija (OTC) - the Operational-Technical Centre for the Oversight of Telecommunications - (last known location: 45° 48' 03" N, 15° 57' 54" E) has the legal and technical capability to determine which cell phones were present in any area of the Republic of Croatia within the last 48 hours - technially basically almost indefinitely, meaning they can see where all cell phones in the Republic of Croatia - all cizizens carrying cell phones - were at all times in the past - basically, they're tracking everyones' movements at all times - and the technical capability to instantly intercept any phone call in the Republic of Croatia. All big companies - bijelo roblje - white slavery - and wealthy people are, allegedly, being monitored. If someone went radio-silent before I were able to perform precise telemetry, I would monitor all cell phones in the area and match all conversations in the area to their voice signature. This isn't very difficult to do; it just takes running a Pulse-Coded Modulation (PCM) live stream through an algorithm that will compare voices in the conversation to a voice signature derived from a previously-recorded conversation, which can then automatically determine whether the target is probably on the line or not, working 23 - 25:00:01 hours per day (some days have 25 hours in CE(S)T and some also have the leap second when UTC starts to differ from UT1 by more than 0.9 seconds) and automatically alerting an operator if the target is detected with a certain degree of certainty. This is why Osama bin Laden didn't use phones - he was trained by Americans, after all.
  173. In late May, 2012, I managed to pierce the block on my anonymous pre-paid Internet connection by connecting differently. Just as I finished uploading Cat out of the Bag 1 to www.catoutofthebag.org and was about to remove the basic authentication I had active on the Web site in order to make it publically accessible, the different way of connecting was also blocked; hence, Cat out of the Bag 1 never became publically available. I have decided to register catoutofthebag.info to host the site further as "info" is the Generic Top-Level Domain (gTLD) this type of site really falls under and registering a new domain is easier than transfering catoutofthebag.org from NameCheap, Inc. to outside the United States of America while my e-mail is being almost completely blocked - e-mail confirmation in necessary to transfer domains.
  174. On April 17, 2012 CEST, I sent a request to several states via paper mail, indicating nlovric@tormail.net, nlovric@gmx.ch (temporary), and neven@lovric.net as my e-mail contact addresses, in that order of preference.
  175. By odd coincidence, the Russian Federation - which I did not contact due to being friendly with the Republic of Serbia - terminated the registration of tormail.net, which was registered through a company there, a few days later.
  176. On May 16, 2012, I e-mailed Cat out of the Bag 1 to several recipients.
  177. Around May 20, 2012 CEST, my incoming e-mail at neven@lovric.net and nlovric@gmx.ch started being almost completely blocked. Only the response of the Kingdom of the Netherlands - probably its' embassy in Zagreb, but the response does not say - I sent the request to both its' government in the Hague and its' embassy in Zagreb - the only North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) member state that I sent the request of April 17 to - reached my Google Mail - Gmail - inbox a bit over a month later. I included the Kingdom of the Netherlands as it is the only liberal state in the world - even though I disagree with its' policy of banning right-wing parties as that is not true liberty, one of the founding members of NATO - so hopefully not a banana republic of the United States of America, and one of the founders of the International Criminal Court (ICC), to which the United States of America refuse to accede - regardless of how many war crimes an American soldiers may commit, the United States of America refuse to have such soldiers tried by this court, whose offices are in the Kingdom of the Netherlands. The Republic of Croatia also sold out on the International Criminal Court (ICC) by signing an agreement on these matters with the United States of America. neven@lovric.net was forwarded by NameCheap, Inc. and hosted by Google, Inc., both in the United States of America. nlovric@gmx.ch is virtually in the Swiss Confederation; however, it is hosted by United Internet AG, a German company based in Germany, a NATO member state. This most certainly indicates at least partial involvement of the United States of America and cooperation from other NATO member states as Središnjica elektroničkog izviđanja (SEI) - the Central of Electronic Reconnaissance - of the Ministry of Defence of the Republic of Croatia might not have the personnel up to the task at present nor would it dare penetrate systems in the United States of America, the Swiss Confederation, and/or the Federal Republic of Germany at present. I could easily circumvent the majority of the block by using two standard technologies combined with a new, novel technology that I invented in March, 2012 due to the situation; however, I do not have the money necessary to do so as I do not even have enough money for food, much less rent, clothes, and Internet connectivity, even though I have an invention and projects possibly worth millions which the state is systematically preventing me from developing - public notar Vera Lovrović Lečić, Fiorello Laguardie 25, 51 000 Rijeka is even unlawfully foreclosing on my property - I possess only intellectual and Internet property - in the name of the state, almost certainly due to having requested information from the Ministry of Health and Social Welfare under Zakon o pravu na pristup informacijama - the Law on the Right of Access to Information - which was answered by the institution in question with a foreclosure request on my property without legal ground.
  178. Between July 18, 2012 at around 8:00 UTC and July 19, 2012 at around 12:00 UTC, United Internet AG delivered 14 previously-undelivered e-mails to the inbox of nlovric@gmx.ch, starting with a May 5, 2012 e-mail. It is not technically possible that Simple Mail Transfer Protocol (SMTP) servers deliver e-mails after 2.5 months without human intervention - the usual timeout is 3 days for undelivered e-mails, not 74 or 75 days. Obviously, they're covering their tracks.
  179. On June 28, 2012 CEST, an acquaintance and I were resting in a park. We entered the park peacefully and weren't even talking, just peacefully lying under the shade of a tree. Suddenly an ambulance entered the park and approached us as there was almost no one else in the park. A member of the ambulance personnel from the passenger seat asked me if it was us who called. I said it wasn't. At that moment I noticed that two police cars had also parked in the park, behind the ambulance and that 5 armed police officers were all over the area near us. A police officer approached us, told the ambulance personnel that this is not it, and started kicking my acquaintance in his left shoulder with his shoe to wake my acquaintance up from my acquaintances' half-sleep. While leaving the park, I saw that only 2 - 3 other people were in the park, sitting on benches - everything was peaceful. What was "it" - the alleged target of the intervention? Perhaps the problem was that there was a witness - my acquaintance, so they couldn't claim whatever they wanted to claim. This reminds me of my capture while using a false identity, when the police arrived claiming that someone had reported that someone was lying on the staircase. All recordings of telephone requests for police intervention against me based on false information are apparently classified as a state secret with a secrecy level of RESTRICTED.
  180. On July 19, 2012 CEST, the Municipal State Attorneys' office in Crikvenica decided not to prosecute the police officer who beat me with a crowbar, carried me out naked, and twisted my arm on September 5, 2008, claiming that I filed the criminal charges on September 5, 2011 and that the statute of limitation had, therefore, run out. I filed the criminal charges on September 3, 2011 - see attached document № 13. Additionally, the Municipal State Attorneys' office in Crikvenica claims that there were only 2 police officers present, while, in fact, there were at least 4 uniformed police officers armed with sami-automatic pistols present on September 5, 2008 around 4 PM CEST, all armed with semi-automatic pistols. They're also claiming that it could have been someone other than the charged police officers who took allmost of my documents - a ~25-centimetre pile of documents - except for my birth certificate, christening certificate, passport, and military ID, which happened to be in other boxes by random chance.
  181. Between August 14 and August 21, 2012 CEST, my PayPal account and my Swiss Post Box account operated by the Swiss Post were, apparently, blocked or hacked - my passwords didn't work on August 21, 2012 CEST. As I had problems with the DNS for lovric.net at the new provider in the Republic of Austria, I was unable to receive e-mail and thus also unable to receive password reset links. After regaining access to both my PayPal and Swiss Post Box accounts on August 23, 2012 CEST, I found out that I received a letter at my Swiss Post Box on August 21, 2012 CEST and that someone activated the option "e-mail when letter was transferred" on my Swiss Post Box. Once before, soeone had reactivated e-mail notifications of letter reception after I turned them off as the e-mails go through the Internet even is the recipient e-mail exchanger does not provide Secure Sockets Layer (SSL) or Transport Layer Security (TLS) support - however, that itself is susceptible to what I call Certificate Authority in the Middle (CAitM) atttacks.
  182. On August 20, 2012 UTC, I activated a brand new pre-paid anonymous cell phone number on a used cell phone in town and made just a few calls to publically-available serices. Two - three hours after activating the number, I received a silent anonymous phone call using Caller ID Removal (CLIR). I've already had a few semi-silent calls from approximately-known persons. "Semi-silent" refers to the fact that most cell phones do not have the option to turn off the microphone before a call is established, so I would usually hear the caller handling the phone for 1 - 2 seconds before they were able to turn the microphone off, after which there would be occasional flicker in the line. What was strange about this call was that it was immediately silent and there was absolutely no flicker in the line - basically, it sounded like the cell phone was receiving only a carrier signal, but no Pulse-Coded Modulation (PCM) data. As this was a new cell phone for me, at first I wasn't sure if I had pressed a wrong button which caused the cell phone to ring or if I was really receiving a call, but the contents of the screen indicated that a call was active and how long it was active. The caller didn't hang up even after ~15 minutes, so I hung up. After I hung up, I noticed that the used cell phone switched back to its' network. However, I ddn't have enough time (< 0.5 seconds) to see which network name was displayed before the switch - I saw only that it was a shorter name than my networks'. It's not possible that it was on another legitimate network as there exist only 3 cell phone networks in the Republic of Croatia: VIPnet, Tele2, and Hrvatski Telekom. Tele2 used to have and possibly still has a roaming contract with VIPnet for cases where their signal was too weak somewhere; however, this is not a Tele2 number. What comes to mind is that a ground, airborne, or orbital system transmitted a stronger signal indicating its' availability, so my cell phone connected to this illegitimate network. A few hours later, I received another such call. This time I wasn't pressing any buttons prior to the cell phone rining and was sure that there was nothing wrong with the cell phone and that I was really receiving a call, so I decided not to hang up and see how long the caller would keep it active. I've lost hundreds of Kunas again and at the same time I do not have enough money even for food, meanwhile being prevented by the telecommunications attacks from earning some money. In the early 2000s, Vice Mišković changed his cell phone number every few months to prevent the government from tracking him, even though he had no indication that they were tracking him as the whole affair was pretty much settled, except that the police belived that a 4th person was also involved due to several instances of access into the computer system of Andersen Air Force Base (AAFB) made through computer systems in the Republic of Bulgaria. I thought that it was unnecessary, but now I don't consider such things to be unnecessary.
  183. Regarding Vice Miškovićs' penetration into the computer system of Andersen Air Force Base (AAFB), computers of all ~50 users of Vice Miškovićs' Bulletin Board System (BBS) were confiscared, except the computer of one person, who even entered his real name and address - me. This is becuase this part of the states' inquiry ended with, as my (biological) father stated, an aquaintance / friend / colleague of his,an operative of the executive section of Sigurnosno-informativna služba (SIS) - the Security-Informative Service - or Služba za zaštitu ustavnog poretka (SZUP) - the Service for the Protection of Constitutional Order - simply asking my (biological) father if I was involved, without sending the police to confiscate my computer and analyze its' contents just in case. They usually don't confiscate computers of sons of persons who attend an official dinner or two with the highest-ranking officers of the Armed Forces of the Republic of Croata.
  184. Vice Miškovićs' father worked at a gas station and my (biological) father toured the Islamic Republic of Iran at the expense of the Iranian govenment and maintains communicaton with their Embassy and/or the Iranian Cutural Centre in Zagreb. As far as I know, none of Vice Miškovićs' ancestors burned the Hungarian flag or any other flag due to it being hoisted above the Croatian flag and none of his relatives commanded all existing naval forces of any nation - his faher liked fishing with a small boat, though, received an Iron Cross 1st Class, were officers of the High Command of Ratna mornarica - the War Navy - of Nezavisna Država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - or were authorized to surrender Nezavisna Država Hrvatska (NDH) - the Independent State of Croatia - or any other state. Basically, his family are ordinary and nice people. Which one would the United States of America and/or similar bug years later, especially after the Republic of Croatia started formally preparing to entering the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) which is, informally, led by the United Stated of America, in early 2007, just a few months before I was first arrested on no charges, on June 15, 2007 around 4 PM CEST? Starting with that arrest, I have been arrested 7 (SEVEN) times.See attached documents № 6, 7, 15, 16, and 17.
  185. In early June, 2012 CEST, I had to move out of a nice, cheap, safe, and fully-set-up place because I couldn't afford it anymore due to the attacls that started on February 24, 2012 around 8:00 UTC, which depleted my savings. The place was safe because it was rented to me by and was part of a modest property of a retired serviceman of the Headquarters of the Armed Forces of the Republic of Croatia who still possesses a side-arm and other weaponry. In mid-June, I rented storage space in a building. That same day, I came to the building during the evening and was lightly attacked from a distance by some young guys at least one of which also rents storage space there. They accused me of being someone who's not renting storage space there, who found a key to the building, is walking through the building., and using the buildings' toilet. Since I considered it to be ignorance and not malice, I didn't counterattack. A week later, they were already being hostile - attacking from a distance, stating that I'm in the building again and entering my storage space - which, by this time, they knew was mine. Then everything got quiet for a month and a half. In early August, 2012, an attack was carried out through the building administrator, who contacted my landlord and did not name the persons who requested the attack. I officially accepted the anonymous attackers' coplaint and the police threat, getting rid of the stinky contents of a bottle because I'm in no social position to make any kind of stand. The bottle contains urin as I urinated into it because I've been exhausted since the attacks started in 2007 and completely exhusted after the treatments, the buindings' toilet is located 2 floors down, ~100 metres away through the corridor, because I would have to lock the padlock on the big pull-down door each time I'd have to go there ~10 times per day - also while sleeping - and because I was already attacked for using it in the evening of the day I rented it on. Under Article 5 of the Convention for the Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms, the police are, actually, obligated to arive and charge and/or arrest whoever may rudely disturb me while excercising my civil rights, but this is not achiavable in the Republic of Croatia and the police themselves commit the majority of such crimes and they may attack, charge, and/or arrest the person who called them as a warning not to call them again, since their actual purpose is harrassing the poor in the name of the rich or for their own pleasure. In the Republic of Croatia, if someone beats you up, this is considered a misdemanour - uznemiravanje javnog reda i mira - disturbing public order and peace, the fine for which is 50 - 200+ Deutsche Marks (25 - 100+ €). For instance, two neo-Nazis broke the noses of a young man and a young woman as they considered them "dirty antifascists"; even thugh they openly admitted it in court, they were convicted for the previously-named misdemeanour and fined with 100 Kunas (~13 €), because Kazneni zakon - the Penal Law - contains no offence similar to Assault and Battery in the United States of America, for which one can get a signifficant prison sentence. Maybe they themselves were disturbed by a lack of any serious resistsnce, making their act seem like they didn't do anything at all. If I broke two peoples' noses for political reasons, I would be offended if I were peanalized merely for disturbing public order and peace and fined with 100 Kunas (~13 €). I thinks that the government fucks all sides simultaneously. If you don't like someone, just bring them to the territory of the Republic of Croatia and beat them up..Besides, my (biological) father, Anrija Željko Lovrić, uses a 5-litre container to urinate in his room during nights to avoid going to the toilet ~4 metres away from the front door to his room (there are two successive doors to his room for high-level quietness and/or addtional safety - I never asked why he has two successive doors to his room, because I don't care; however, wooden doors are not particularly good for safety - however. he does now have a renforced steel door as the front door to the flat to prevent amred police from taking him to a psychiatric clinic again) and then empties it every few days when it gets full. Under the Constitution of the Republic of Croartia, all persons are equal before the law, so I don't see how it is legal for him to do it with a toilet ~10 metres away in the same flat and illegl for me in a storage space without a toilet. What is strange is that none of the other persons who rent spaces in the building approached me personally to tell me that they consider this to be a problem - in fact, all persons from immediately-neighbouring storage spaces I've seen and also talked to were polite, one even realizing that I actually intended to use the storage space for sleeping, also, so this sudden hostility was strange. I'd very much like all these perons to call me personally and identify themselves, like my landlord was able to call me personally and tell me what she was told. Regardless of me getting rid of the contents of the bottle, on August 22, 2012 CEST, mere 30 or so hours after receiving the two silent anonymous phone calls on a brand new pre-paid anonymous cell phone number, a two-man armed police unit in a police car went through the building, going to the top of the building and back, stopping in front of my space for ~10 seconds on their way out. What was strange is that they were calm and silent, without talking to eachother. Something was spooky about their appearance in such manner - the police are usually at least slightly aggressive and loud. This reminds me of the two men who drove around a public place I was sitting at one night arond midnight CEST in early June, 2012 , where I was ID-ed by police the previous night around the same time. The two men stopped ~5 metres from me and observed me for ~10 seconds. Their professional militay-like calmness, silence, and focus exclusivelly on me without any mutual verbal or non-verbal communication indicated that they might be military, or, perhaps, civillian intelligence. It is possible they were criminal police, but criminal police are also almost as aggresive and loud as regular police. To get back to the storage space attacks issue, the police might at a later point in time claim that my space is untidy, but I don't even have money for a broom to wipe the bread crumbs on the floor with or garbage bags. I also do not have money for furniture - I sleep on a large bench cusion on the floor when in the space - even thought I desired to repaint and equip the space with furniture and appropriate electrical facilities to be able to continue work on my multi-million-dollar SecuriNet project and other highly-valuable projects, plus finish the patent application to the Swiss Federal Institute of Intellectual Propery - apparently the seond ever by a Croat in the field of cryptograpy - for my invention, which I can't really patent because I don't have the money for it. Under Croatian law, I am officially entitled to patent the invention for free with Državni zavod za intelekalno vlasništvo - the State Department for Intellectual Property - as I have been officially declared disabled due to oDrug-Induced Secondary Parkinsonism G21.1 etc,. but the state is doing everything to confiscate my intellectual property, including unlawfully requesting foreclosure on my property through public notar Vera Lovrović Lečić, Fiorello Laguardie 25, 51 000 Rijeka. Additionally, Državni zavod za intelektualno vlasništvo - the State Department for intellectual Property - apparently stole a global airlines' trademark registered with the Swiss Federal Institute of Intellectual Property by transferring the ownershiip of the trademark to another company after they allegedly received a bribe, and then deleting the trademark ownership transferral after someone who knows who the real owner is noticed it on their website. If they dare to seal a trademark from an airline, what would they do with a probably-multi-million patent of a poor systematically-poverized person? The Republic of Croatia has possibly some of the best laws in the world, but no part of the government actually abides by these laws - they're just there for show, a play for the ignorant. Paper - and also other media - can "withstand" anything (i.e. you can write anything on / to them, such as the Constitution of the Republic of Croatia and its' laws, with the papers containing these texts being almost only good for wiping your arse while the police, the government, and various viscious persons do anything you can't stop them from doing (Catch 22)).
  186. Work on SecuriNet - the biggest-and-best non-escrow asymmetric key cryptography communications system which will be available to the general public, imploying next-generation technologies such as Elliptic Curve Cryptography (ECC) my invention in the field of cryptography (more detailed information classified as BUSINESS SECRET - this classification is not my invention; it is an official secrecy classification under Zakon o tajnosti podataka - the Law on Secrecy of Data), my Data Flow Masking (DFM) technologies which would mask direct data flow without a Tor-like relay network (Tor is a straightforward solution to the problem at hand and requires a large number of willing participants (setting up a Tor relay, entry, and/or exit node on a hacked system still constitutes a willing participant as the person who sets it up is willing), sort f like securing the transport of messages required armed garrisons before encryption was invented), my SES technology (the nature of this technology and its' full name is presently classified as BUSINESS SECRET; if this technology and my Data Flow Masking (DFM) technologies were developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) or similar institutions of other countries, they would most likely be classfied as TOP SECRET; iin the United States of America, export of such technologies requires an arms expot license, even if developed by a civilian), and similar to their fullest - has already been stalled for several years, as I've been arrested 7 (SEVEN) times startng with the June 25, 2007 at 4 PM CEST arrest without any charges (except having my personal identity card expired or not having it due to it being taken during or after the violent police raid on September 5, 2008 around 4 PM CEST); yet, I've not even been convicted even of a misdemeanour in my life - see attached documents 15, 16, and 17. The arrests look like this: I'm sitting on a staircase near a river on July 12, 2010 UTC and doing theorethical work on SecuriPhone - my initial idea related to full SecuriNet: suddenly, twoarmed police officers arive stating that someone reported that someone was lyng on the ground at my location, ask me if I had seen someone lying there, and take me to the police station for identification, and place me in detention under charges of vagrancy, this allegedly being so because I stated that I've not been to the official address since 2003. Related to that, I don't even have the key to my official address, because it was taken during or after the police raid on September 5, 2008 around 4 PM CEST, my maternal grandmother dided afterwards, and my (biological) mother took the entire flat and all of my maternal ancestors' properties - ~300,000 € worrth - and over 21,000.00 € from a bank account for herself, treating me exactly the same ashe did all her life - as some kind of adversarial older sister would. However, development of such systems is not in the interest of Signals Intelligence (SIGINT) services such as Operativno-tehnički centar za nadzor telekomunikacija (OTC) - the Operational-Technical Centre for the Oversight of Telecommunications, Središnjica elektroničkog izviđanja (SEI) - the Central of Electronic Reconnaisance of the Ministry of Defence of the Republic of Croatia, United States of Americas' National Security Agency (NSA) - whose existence was classified for its' first few decades, Russian Federations' Federalnaya Sluzhba Okhrany (FSO), United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Iralands' Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ), and similar. Prior to the staircase-near-a-river arrest, my Internet activity might have indicated what I was working on. Curiously, in the weeks prior to the June 15, 2007 around 4 PM CEST arrest, I had been doing some calculations unrelated to cryptography at various restaurants in Crikvenica using pen, paper, and a pocket calculator because the older-residing Jewish neighbour prevented me from having a phone line and thus also an internet connection, which prevented me from working in IT. This type of activity on my part is completely meaningless to anyone who has no knowledge of the operations. See attached documents № 6 and 7.
  187. Other sensitive projects include Data Flow Masking (DFM), Anticipher (details classified), the Angular Stealth Ground Vehicle (ASGV) , and a project (all information classified) akin to the Defense Advanced Research Project Agencies' (DARPAs') development of the Internet.
  188. On September 3, 2012 UTC, the friend who was intimidated by police on October 24, 2011 around 6:00 PM CEST (during which they examined all of my mail present at her flat at the time and wrote down their senders) and again sometimes in April, 2012, gave me a letter sent to me at her address by the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR). She had been keeping the letter for several weeks, but had no way of notifying me as I have to remain radio-silent and avoid contact with her as much as possible so that she doesn't come under the states' knife. Aftter a guest - who was at her place at the time - left, she told me that she almost didn't open the door as she wasn't sure who it might be just from the door bell ringing and instructed me on how to let her know who it is next time. The letter in question was from the Registry of the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR). It states that the Vice-President of the First Section of the Court has acceded to a request for anonymitty from a letter allegedly sent by me on June 19, 2012, time zone unknown. The ruling makes all documents deposited with the Registry confidential and not available to the public. I did not send any letters to the court since May 8, 2012 CEST, when I notified them of several things, including my mail at post office 10 000 Zagreb in Branimirova street being examined, and warned the Court to disregard any communiques not digitally-signed with my 2012-04-11 OpenPGP public key as I expected falsified letters and/or e-mails would soon start to appear. If the Court is truly too stupid to comprehend the situation and understand how easy it is for intelligence to falsify paper material, e-mails, and simiar and does not know how to authenticate digital signatures, I am willing to give them free lessons. Serbian intelligence used to penetrate Croatian-held territory in Croatian intelligence uniforms and perform intelligence operations even in the late 1990es. This is why serious combat units would not rely on uniforms or IDs, but merely on 12-hour-rotation command-line-distributed challenges and responses and open fire at any approaching human who did not know the correct response. Heck, I was even brought to a police station on July 12, 2010 after a false report of someone lying near where I was peacefully sitting. being brought for identificytion to the police station as I had no identification documents on me, and managed to pass identification as another person, without any document or similar, to avoid being placed in unlimited (life imprisonment / whole life tariff) detention based on a pending unlawful warrant issued by Klinika za psihijatriju Vrapče - the Clinic for Psychiatry Vrapče - in case I was discovered, DKT fingerprint analysis is not always able to find a match in the police fingerprint database and refusing to disclose your identity is not illegal in the Republic of Croatia and you can't lawfully be held anywhere - even in psychiatric detention - for refusing to do so. If you don't believe me, I have a 100-Kunas (~13 €) fine for not having an identity card on me issued to the name of the other person. I had the fine paid. since I technically didn't have one, even though mine was taken during or after the September 5, 2008 around 4 PM CEST violent police raid on my house. See attached document no. 14.
  189. After a few days pf not leaving my hideout, I went out on September 17, 2012. Around 11:30 UTC, I was walking at a tram station in the middle of the city. A weid-acting ~45-year-old man in a light blue track suit pointed towards my shoe laces and told me they're untied. I told his that I knew. When I entered a tram at the beginning of the tram station, he lifted the left collar of his jacket and opened his mouth as if he was going to speak into it or was, perhaps, whispering into it. I attended to some common business in the city and soon arrived near my official address, picked up bread from a bakery and water, sat on a bench, ate some of the bread, drank water, and notified a person to come by that location. I live on bread and water at present, mostly due to the February 24, 2012 UTC block of my Internet connection as I, basically, have no means of earning money or continuing work on my multi-million projects and my patent without it - it's the exact same thing that the longer-residing Jewish neighbour did in March, 2007 UTC. The communication with the person might have been intercepted by Operativno-technički centar za nadzor telekomunikacija (OTC) - the Operational-Technical Centre for the Oversight of Telecommunications. A few dozen minutes later, around 16:30 UTC, to men in police uniforms armed with semi-automatic pistols approached me from my back-left. One of them stood a metre or less behind me - so that I could not see him or his face - and the other stood to my right, slightly to my front, in an agressive, macho stance. He looked at his watched and said that he passed there two hors ago and agressivelly told me to get up and get on the next tram. I confronted him, asking why I would do that. He agressively threateed me with retaliation - he stated "Nemoj mi se zamjerati!" - "Don't make me hold a grudg against you!" - and stated that that is his terrain, that people have been complaining that begging for money has been going on at that location, that I disturb people, and am disturbing public order and peace. I asked when I was begging for money and he told me that I could have hidden the money in my bags before he came. I asked how I am disturbing public order and peace - in fact, that is what they were doing - and asked how come he didn't see the woman who laid on the floor begging for money each previous day - I also saw her lying there and begging for money on several following days - and he appeared to know nothing about it; yet, he claims that is his terrain. He agressivelly attacked me, telling me not to yell at him, even though I was talking normally, in a categoric tone of voice - I shout as much as the politicians shout when categorically stating something (i.e. neither of us shout). Then he agressively stated that I shout and disturb people, that he wears the uniform, that he will take me to the police station, and that he is the authority there - he isn't; the people are the constitutional authority there; he's just a police officer, if he even is one. I asked him when did I shout, stated that I was peacefully sitting and drinking water when they approached me, and told him to take me to the police station in that case, but he suddenly appeared disintered in that outcome of events and gazed emptyly towards his right. He asked me for my personal identity card and wrote down my details and then used a cell phone - not a police talkie-walkie! - to, allegedly, check my identity. He stated only my first and last name, not stting my birth year - it's not possible to check identites in the police computer database without ones' birth year. The alleged person on the other side allegedly immediately - within less than a second - replied - no one could have even entered my name into a terminal so fast. The man in the police uniform stated that now everything is clear to him. The whole conversation took ~7 seconds. I asked him for his badge number, but he stated "Ne možete ju dobiti." - "You can't get it.". I then looked for his badge on his left shirt pocket - where all police officers wear it as per regulations - to see his badge number for myself and realized that he doesn't have one anywhere on his front torso, that he has no handcuffs or the usual similar police gear, but just a semi-automatic pistol in an old brown leather case around his belt - all police officers at that location have new black plastic pistol cases , and an unusual old-looking talkie-walkie (not the usual old police Motorola), different from the kind all other police officers wear. As I said "Pa Vi ni nemate značku!" - "You don't even have a badge!", he started walking away to my front-right. The other man, who by now stood to my back-right, went in the same direction. As the first man stopped, so did he and turned towards me, so I finally saw his face. He looked slightly like one of the police officers from Crikvenica who raided my house on September 5, 2008 around 4 PM CEST - perhaps he's his relative or something. When the first man stopped, he turned to his right and told me that if I don't like it here - as in the Republic of Croatia - I can go elsewhere. This would indicate that he knew that I filed an international lawsuit against the Republic of Croatia with the European Court of Human Rights. Article 9 of the Constitution of the Republic of Croatia states:

    Državljanin Republike Hrvatske ne može biti prognan iz Republike Hrvatske niti mu se može oduzeti drţavljanstvo, ...

    A citizen of the Republic of Croatia cannot be banished out of the Republic of Croatia nor can his citizenship be taken away, ...

    As they turned away, the second man turning towards his right, I did not see a badge on his left shirt pocket, either - I did not look for his badge before, because I was looking at the first man as he was talking to me. He seemed to have only a police uniform and a semi-automatic pistol in a same-type old brown leather case and nothing else. A red civillian car - Open or similar - driven by a third man stopped in the middle of the road or was already there for a few seconds. Both men entered the back seats - almost-always three police officers sit as follows: two men in the front; one man in the back-left, even in civillian cars. I tried to see the cars' license plate, but a tram arrived at the station between me and the car within two seconds, blocking my view of the car. They drove away. I dialed 192 (Operativno-komunikacijski centar (OKC) - the Operational-Technical Centre - of the local police department) and inquired if they have any police officers who wear uniforms but not badges. The operator replied that all police officers havve badges and asked me what happened and where. I briefly described what happened and where and he connected me to the local police station, where the chief of the shift - or similar - claimed that they have no red civillian cars, that that location is their territory, asked for the cars' license plate - I did not see it, so I couldn't give it to him - and stated that he would send a patrol to that location. He did not seem overly interested or disturbed by men in police uniforms, without badges, walking around his terrain and attacking citizens - perhaps he was the person the man in the police uniform talked to. A person told me that the most-likely purpose of the attack was to provoke me to see how I would react. I also think that it's purpose was to promote fear and warn me that I am under continuous threat from the police and the government at all times - that they can get me at any point in time.
  190. On September 22, 2012 UTC an Iranian-looking ~50-year-old man with slightly dark skin and a mustache and perhaps also a short beird - not a Gypsy or Indian - was hiding behind a lamp pole, ~35 metres from my hideout and occasionally popped his head out to look am me while I was exitting my hideout. Later on, he went after me in town, passing me as if he doesn't quite notice me, but looking directly in front of him - and at me by doing so - as his tram passed me at a tram station.
  191. Since 2007, I have been undergoing systematc destruction at the hands of the state. The state uses its' destructions' achievements, - especially the psychiatric "treatments'" achievements - as justification for further exhaistomg attacks by police and/or psychiartry.

    1. Before I was arrested on June 15, 2007 around 4 PM CEST, I visited all four Frankopani ¨forts in Vinodol - 3 wuth my mountain bicycle and one by hiking to it, hiked to the top of the hill between Vinodol and Crikvenica, rode my mountain bicycle to Crikvenica almost every day for a while, doing ~10 kilometres per day (i.e. almost ~300 kilometres per month) just by going to Crikvenica, not conting excursions, rode my bike to Rijeka and back (a ~90 kilometre round trip), rode my bike to Omišalj on the island of Krk and back (a ~90 kilometre round trip), and was in such good physical shape that I could ride my mountain bicycle from Crikvenica uphil to my maternal ancestors' house in Vinodol without stopping. I auainted myself with a few people from Crikvenica. This was before the police attacks started.
    2. Regardless of the Jewish neighbour preventing me from having a phone line, the immigrant neighbours' and villagers' attacks, police attacks, and my (biological) mother destroying me with her destructful random money-sending technique which also had the property of me not knowing if any furhter money will be send and if I'd die from starvation, I managed to organize a small business without leavng my house and was a few days or weeks away from earning ~11,000 Kunas, possibly per month - of course, some of it would have to cover the expences of the business itself, such as telephony costs and a wokers' per-hour/distance salary. On September 5, 2008 at 4 PM, I was still able to successfully passively resist 3 well-built police officers armed with semi-automatic pistols from carrying me out of my house naked,before one of them hit me twice with a crowbar. This was before psychiatry started.
    3. Now, I have pains in various parts of my body, my hands and legs are slightly stiff, have some ticks, and I am so drained of strength that I can barely walk, cannot even go to the toilet to urinate, and need to rest for ~36 hours after going to town - if you don't believe me, as my former landlord - the retired officer of the Headquarters of the Armed Forces of the Republic of Croatia - how many days it took me to pack ~5 packages / suitcases and whether or not I asked him twice to assist me pack them. Additionally, I do not have money for food, for a broom, for furniture etc. The only thing which I'm still able to do is work on a computer - any other action is completely exhausting.
    4. Then they started, apparently, examining my mail at post office 10 000 Zagreb in Branimirova street - my mail takes ~2+ weeks to pass through the post office and some of the letters have apparently been opened - see attached photograph № 1, blocked my Internet connection on February 24, 2012 around 8:00 UTC and later my cell phone after I notified the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR), the Council of Europe (COE), WikiLeaks (e-mail delivery failure) etc. of the possible Albert Čeperić - Wright-Patterson Air Force Base (WPAFB) connection on February 23, 2012 at 17:38 UTC, took over my nickname at a special Internet Relay Chat (IRC) network which uses encryption, IP masking, authorization, and virtual hosts, probably to see who would contact my nickname, almost-completely censored my e-mail at neven@lovric.net, completely censored my e-mail at nlovric@gmx.ch to make sure that I starve to death as I have no way of earning enough money for food other than finishing SecuriNet and similar projects, after which I'd have plenty of money for food - in fact, probably so much to feed 3 starving African tribes or similar on the side - to be quie honest, I don't really care about money - I just like to create, either that which does not yet exist or something much-better than that which presently exists and will exist at the time of releave of whatever I create.

    The end justifies the means, you know. Jews needed to be killed by the Third Reich (Nazi Germany) becaue they walked around looking like skeletons, in poor clothes, and even started killing people in Warsaw. Anorexic murderous lunatics!
  192. September 26, 2012 UTC Neven Lovrić, detached OpenPGP signature