Year and the half after my absence from University of Novi Sad TEMPUS center I see things much clearly. From September of 1996 to September of 1997 I was working for free in TEMPUS center, but I couldn’t leave. I knew that TEMPUS center had piles of money since it was paid heavily by ministry and that Miloradovs’ were lying when they said that they don’t have it, but I still went to work. I had to be in TEMPUS center. I couldn’t resist.
There was always some treat at TEMPUS center. I was always treated with something to eat or drink. Funny staff is that they never allowed me to treat them with anything that I haven’t bought in front of them. If I for example brought something from home such as cookies they wouldn’t eat them. They would never drink liquor from bottle that wouldn’t be newly opened in front of them. I never thought about it until lately. I remember once when I wanted to treat them for my birthday with the cake that my mother backed. Nobody ate. Than Prof. Dr. Mirjana Vojinovic-Miloradov took a peace and with the tears in her eyes before she took a bite said: "See me Janos I am eating you cake." Nobody followed her example. I thought that my cake must not have been good enough for them. What a fool I was. Those bastards thought that I want to drug or poison them the way they were drugging me. At that time I thought that they were my friends and that they like me and that this was the reason why they were treating me all the time. Now I know that I was the one who had been unconsciously treating them all the time with my work silence and loyalty.
After August of 1997, when I stopped going to TEMPUS center to work, I was still going once or twice a week after the working hours to check whether some mail or e-mail arrived for me. I had the key, nobody banned me and I hated to look at their filthy faces no more so I rather went at the afternoons when Miloradovs’ were not in the center. I was checking my mail that way until the summer of 1998 when they changed the lock. All that time whenever I went there, always some food or drinks have been left on the table. I knew that they were living them for me, but I didn't want their mercy (at that time I thought that they were leaving the food for me as an act of mercy - "let this poor sole have something to eat"). I wanted my rightfully earned money (one year salary that Miloradov family stole from me) and not mercy. When they saw that I am not eating anything than they started leaving cigarettes. You must knew that nobody of people who work in TEMPUS center smokes. I never took any of these cigarettes. It took me almost a year until I finally figured out why they were doing all this. It must be that I am very dumb or naive person or perhaps those drugs have prolonged effect.
During my absence from TEMPUS center (after August of 1997 up to day) I noticed that same for me unknown faces and/or cars were around me whenever I went somewhere. I used to drive with my motorcycle around the countryside, but it seamed that always there were some people who took the same trip as I did although at the beginning of my journey I rarely knew where I am heading to. I was wandering on roads. That is why I take coincidence out of question when I say that I have been followed by unknown cars and/or people. Once on the abandoned desert country road in Szerémség (Srem) I was stopped by unknown police patrol, greeted as old friend and than wished a bon voyage without asking for my license and registration or something.
At one occasion, at the summer of 1998 I was talking with Masa Bukurov about it. Masa was a girl that I use to be in love with. She is also assistant at University of Novi Sad and student colleague from TEMPUS center. She asked me where I was going to on my trips. I said that I don’t know; I just start the engine, hit the road and go whenever it takes me. Then she started to laugh as a lunatic. I asked her what is so funny, but she was just laughing. Later on I couldn’t notice that anybody was following me. I don’t know whether they stopped or become less noticeable. Anyway I stopped loving Masa. Lately I have that same feeling of being followed.
I could not stop wondering how I got myself involved with these people. All I ever wanted was to get myself a nice job that would provide me with some peaceful life and family. Further education seamed to me as a right way to obtain my goal. How wrong I was!
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