Police and Sheriff's Departments Vehicles - 192

Police Services and Sheriff's Offices Vehicles

The beginning of the journey is on the page Emergency Vehicles I Like and the 2nd part is on Fire and Rescue Services Vehicles - 193.

Once again I turned behind the corner and looked left at the bus station. Then I looked right as far as the eye can see - more ordinary vehicles. Come on, when I'm already here, I'll see what they have - I said to myself.
Nissan Navara white. Parked on the street in one lane. Awww. He's alone again. He's resting.
I looked at the entrance of the building - there is Someone standing. He's far away, I'll have time to take a picture of the vehicle, if he decides to move toward me. All happy that Someone is far away, I opened my bag, touched the phone with my hand and looked around to check that Someone else hasn't appeared from somewhere. I knew that there was a possibility that Someone can come out of the building, get in and leave at any moment.

Here I am on the other side. Look, there's no sign. Eh.
I took another picture of him in heavy traffic and left more than satisfied.

End of story (I story) - for my 43rd b-day (3rd part).

At the police station, I repeated the words - with a little addition, while I waited for them to take me wherever I needed to go. A psychologist told me that I'm anti-social - I know, I chose that way. She also told me that I judge people badly - I know.

I continued to tell myself - I don't judge them, I hang out with them. When I realize that I've been screwed, I leave and I analyze things thinking what I can change for some other time.
I'm unsociable for a while. Then I meet new people and hope for the best.

If I give in, if I please, if I turn a blind eye to their things that they could have done to me as friends but didn't, if I put up with all that - I have someone to hang out with. If I say what doesn't suit me, God forbid I say what I need (I don't mean money) - then they disappear, they are gone, "the cat ate their tongue", they are too busy with their lives.

Then it's better to be alone than with such people.

I don't differentiate between family and friends, I don't differentiate between children, I don't have a special story for someone with a higher education, and another for someone with a basic education, I don't divide people by skin color, nationality, etc. and whoever does that cannot be called my friend, nor can we walk down the street side by side.

Mostly, I end up the same.
And I would rather be like that for the rest of my life than to be any different.

As I like to say - momma's antisocial :D

09/30/2022

note remove class moveleft The only thing I had to do was to tell the woman I worked for that I'm going to my father's grave, which is on the other side of the city where I worked. It was necessary to calculate the time I can get there and to get back (through the traffic jam) and to (try to) be back at work at that time.

I got permission to go out and headed to Kalemegdan.
Walking along the main path, I looked at the stands. When at one point, I saw people gathered around a man, chatting, he smiled. I looked a little closer, and to my surprise I realized who the person was. Although I rarely watch the news and read newspapers, I recognized the man around whom there was a commotion. I looked a little to the right and saw the cameraman. OMG, Marija, get out of there quickly. I turned around and with quick steps I walked away from the crowd. I hoped I didn't fall into the range of the camera. I prayed to God that I didn't 😁 I'm at my father's grave, actually. When I was far away, I continued to look at what I came for. Nissan Navara and Toyota Hilux Bexing - fire department vehicles. I looked at both, alternately. I couldn't take my eyes off and say which one I like more.
Next to those two, I came across an Iveco Eurocargo 140E24. Black, unusual. Apart from that, nothing is written on it anymore. Lots of kids all around. I looked to see what was inside from where I was standing. It was not possible; then I stretched out one foot in front of the other and started waking away. I'd rather "fall into the ground" than ask - excuse me, can I see what it looks like inside 😁
Somewhere along the way, I came across a white Mazda BT-50, 4x4, and on the side the word - forensics. Meow.
There were also old vehicles as well as newer ones, I don't know the details because these four are the only ones I wrote down in my phone.

However, I prefer to look at vehicles with fewer people around, sneaking around. I ignore people around me more easily - either those who can be seen from a kilometer away, or those who cannot be seen, or some ordinary people passing by. I don't look at the cameras, but I still hope they didn't catch me. I don't know how to describe it - I see what I like and everything else around me disappears. It's different at the fair, there are many more people.

That afternoon, I, who normally don't watch TV and even less the news, watched the news with great attention, still praying to God that I wouldn't appear somewhere on the news.
That day passed. And the next day. The woman I worked for didn't say anything. I was lucky. I escaped it.

What I will remember this day for is that I was soooo white (white as a white cheese 😁) and decided to wear a sleeveless shirt in the sun. For the next few days, I felt the warmth of that hot summer day on my skin; but I was so happy.

End of the story about Police Day on Kalemegdan, June 2019 (Story V).

I chose some smaller amounts and I chose 4 Belgrade police stations. PS Rakovica and PS Cukarica - from my reports, PS Zvezdara and PS Savski Venac (I think, I'm not 100% sure) because of memories of some things from a long time ago. I chose one higher fine - for 2300 dinars, and I thought that was a lot of money for them, I mean, in one place. I decided to reduce it and I wanted to make a mess for them when they post payment orders; because every bill must be the exact amount.

Some time ago - I almost signed a statement to gave up 6 dinars for my ID card 😁🙄
I went to look for the fifth police station, and I thought to myself - well, do they all have to be in Belgrade?
And Serbia? And so I choose 4 cities that I have never heard of. Then I went to google map to see where they are. All of them were on "the southern railway" near the borders. I was glad.

In fact, at the end of November and the beginning of December 2022. I almost finished "two meters underground". Literally, I had a near death experience. My body shut down. And so, on my two new birthdays, more precisely the 3rd and 4th in a row, I decided to make these punishments (second reason).

I have no idea if the envelopes arrived, because I haven't lived at that address for a long time. I have 8 payment slips for recollection and long memories. I will always have a smile on my face.

The third reason for the punishments is personal revenge against

PS Rakovica - Department for Domestic Violence. Two things are important for forgiveness. First, to forgive, and second, to forget. They say that if you haven't forgotten, you haven't forgiven. I can't, I won't and I don't want to forget. So I didn't even forgive. NEVER.

In the police, they didn't even listen to what I have to say. Even if he said - it's not part of our job, look for help elsewhere. Nothing. The policeman shook his head, turned his back and walked away as if I had entered the wrong building, a food store for example, and asked the saleswoman.

There was no help. Nor will it ever be, I am 100% sure of that. The truth is not desirable. The truth has no meaning. They only know how to say that the truth is important, and they hide the truth.

I was disgusted to see a sticker on the bus - STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN.
Let me ask you - wasn't I a woman?? Wasn't my mother a woman??

On the door of the apartment (drawn on papers and pasted all over the door) and on the wall, in the hallway, I drew bars, prison bars, with an orange marker. I drew a big sad smiley with a black marker. And one word below that in capital letters - NEVER. Which meant I would never be free.

You cannot raise my dead mother from the grave. You cannot give me back my health.

To you Monsters - to you "such a nice community" - pronunciation in English, for everyone (the most ordinary people who are pensioners, who work in markets, who are taxi drivers, handymen, who work in healthcare, who are policemen and soldiers, and similar and other things) who lied to me and turned their heads to all kinds of psychological violence that you tried, for all of you who were joking at my expense, I want to tell you the following:

First of all, let me ask you how you could watch me suffer and struggle, and the next day, look me in the eye, and tell me again - it's not true, that didn't happen? How could you shrug? How could you turn your head? How could you fall asleep? How could you breathe? How could you eat? How could you do anything? How did you walk the ground? How are you not ashamed? How could you watch your children sleep peacefully, and you tortured another child? How did you know to put up a poster about house rules that should be respected. Did you respect the house rules during your torture? Was there ever a break in your torture?

Know that I ask myself this every day. And I will wonder for the rest of my life.

I thought violence knows no age. Or children over the age of eighteen are not counted, so violence against them can be carried out without limits. And maybe for you I'm not a child but an adult, so that doesn't count either.
You didn't need a permit.

Secondly, let me tell you, you in Patriarch Joanikija 30, you civilization, I will come to scream from the bottom of my heels, at your windows and doors, and tell you what you have allowed to happen in 5 years and 9 months.
I'm not ashamed.
And you??
I doubt that you are, because if you were (at all) ashamed, you wouldn't have gone with any kind of torture, for even one hour in one day, not so many years.
You, from The Violence Department, should not approve of violence. But unfortunately, you approved it.

Third, do you know what it looks like to ask a bully for money for an apartment, bills, food? Do you know what it's like to sit in front of a Social Worker with a bully whom I know has connections in the police, the army and even the government??
Do you know that bullies have more rights than victims?
Ah, well, you are "part" of bullies, how can you say that you are bullies, right? How can you stand up to a bully when you have no benefit from it, and the damage can be great? Why would you sacrifice your job and your life for the sake of some 34-year-old person? Or 70 years-old?
Which bully admitted and was responsible for violence, regardless of the position and the power he enjoys??

Well, "such a nice community", I hope you are proud of yourself and your violence. I will NEVER forget what you did. Unless I get Alzheimer's, like my mother, and in that case you are safe for the rest of your lives (so that the truth is not known).

Until today, March 20, 2023, none of you came to tell me what you were doing? Right in the face. Why did you do it? And who is to blame - that is, who will bear the responsibility for the evils committed?

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If you have "courage", because you have no face (no sense, no honor and no dignity), tell me to my face, what didn't happen, from June 16, 2013 to the end of March 2019??

I almost died because of your "kindness" on 11/30/2021 and 12/02/2021. All that "things that didn't happen" led me to a stroke (not yet confirmed by doctor's papers), and to the fact that my lungs almost exploded - not to mention the blue mouth, the blood sugar that was low and then high; about not being able to cover myself with a quilt because I was suffocating, my heart could not bear the burden. And much more.

High blood sugar??
You didn't care then. Why would you care now, right?

Come, Inspectors and Police Officers from the Violence Department of The Rakovica Police Station, to record my terrible pains, for which I have no painkillers. Come and smell the stench that spreads around me because I can't bathe every day, and I have to go to the doctor, the store, on the bus.

Come and tell me what you like about me. Is it a twitching of the body, head, hand that hangs blue-red, or legs also blue-red-swollen that I drag on the asphalt and in the house, on which I can't even put socks on in the middle of winter? Come and let me bite you with these swollen gums of mine, from which my teeth are about to fall out, so that you record a terrible sound, that is, you have a terrible recording; to make a mix list and have fun. Because I bet you don't know - you have no idea what is terrible.

Come and pick me up from the asphalt when I fall because I can't move my body normally - that is, walk, not someone else. You come to pick up the bottle of water that falls out of my hand, which is still working but fails from tiredness, from cramps. Come and take me to the doctor, because I have been waiting for an examination by a neurologist for more than a year.
Come to live with the product of your evil; so you can record it with a camera/phone and share it through your network of bullies, then vote for which one is more horrible.

As one of you said - I can't watch what you're doing.
Here, I invite you to come and see what I'm doing.
Come walk with me, if you can call it walking. Come and see how, in combination with a little bit of walking and the immobile left side, everything is blocked, I can't even open my mouth to speak, and for the next few days I vegetate like a plant. Come and see what it looks like to walk in the sun, wind, rain or snow like a slow-motion movie, when the heart cannot bear the weight of its own body. Come and see how I choose between several doctors I need to see and I can't make it happen because every time I go out I get a fever and I have to rest my bones. Come and see how I can't put my hands on my body, how I can't sit, not leaning on a bed or a chair, but how I can't sit at all. Come and see how the hips and muscles tighten after sitting for a minute or two, how the joints twist in pain, how the fingers bend and I can't straighten them.

Come, "Men of the Law" there is so much to see. It can't even come close to fitting into these lines.

I'm just interested in one thing - is there only one of you who can watch it all, or would there be several of you taking turns for a few hours?? And how long would that take? 24 hours? 5 days? 3 months? Or a few years? Or for the rest of my life - not yours??

I still wish you "such a nice community" one thing - and that is for your children to experience the same as me; and that you as parents experience the same as my mother. Then tell your children, if you have them at all, to go into the forest and scream. Also, tell them that they should read the book - I love myself - by a local writer, tell them that they should love themselves.

In fact, when I open my eyes every morning, I say the following:
good morning Monsters, I wish your children were ill like me. God give them to squeal and scream at the top of their lungs. God give them that someone torture them, like you Monsters did me. May God grant that you as parents experience the same as my mother. If that is not possible, God give them dead children. And God give them (Monsters) that they are killed by someone.
Monsters like you don't deserve to live - in my opinion.
I repeat this during the day and before going to bed.
I know that God will not answer my prayer. And I don't ask God for forgiveness, because God did not harm me, but you "such a nice community".

I love myself. But I don't like you Monsters.

And until recently, I justified all you mentally ill people (mentally disturbed people) and violent people, with my thinking, which I acquired from unreal series and books that I watched and read, because of the vehicles that I love and on the basis of belief in God and what I was taught in the church, from a young age.
And I thought for days, whether or not I want to make it public. And I decided that I would.

And since you are above The Law and above Justice, and above everything human, come and tell me that I had no right to (publicly) defame you. If you don't have the "courage" to do it yourself, I'm sure you'll find someone new from the Police to do it for you.

Unlike you, for me the truth is a human thing.

You find a prosecutor, you find a judge, who will judge me for the truth.
I am ready to die for her. For my truth, not yours.
Or from the comfort of your home, via remote control, crash my website. Ban me from using the internet. Put a electronic tagging on me to restrict my movement a little more. And maybe you came up with some "new type of movement restriction, i.e. punishment" for the disobedient, from March 2019.
Perhaps it is not enough for you that I am seriously ill from head to toe; because I know very well that it was very pleasant and good for you while you were "playing games" with my sick mother and me too.
Well, now you have the opportunity to continue where you left off in March 2019.

Don't let it cross your mind - that as a disabled person I have some rights. What you did, and based on that - I have some rights - you better "eat" those rights yourself.

End of story 8 fines on the eGovernment portal (VI story).