Escape from the "Red Star"

Finally, I'm here in the city of Beograd, one of the nicest cities along the Danube river, entering the University to continue my studies in visual arts. On first sight, I knew that I am going to love this city: the ancient architecture and intriguing culture inspired my artistic creativity.

My main interest during my studies was to capture the human figure -- usually nude -- on paper or canvas using all kinds of media. If you are interested in my artwork, you may visit my Art Gallery.

Because being heavily involved with my studies, I still managed to find the time to make new friends, rekindle old friendships and engage in my usual so-called "sickness": creating commotions! However, this time, besides skirt-chasing, bar-hopping and street-brawling well into the wee hours of the morning, I also travelled all over Yugoslavia and to other European countries as well. I mostly travelled alone.

     My favourite place was Unia (top right picture), a small island in the Adriatic Sea. This place gave me lots of ideas both for art in terms of landscape drawing and for commotion in terms of plenty of beautiful tourist girls who would happily pose for me to sketch them. A sketch of one such girl, Monica, who came to Unia as a tourist from Stuttgart, Germany, is featured in my Art Gallery.

     This time, however, despite doing all these commotions, I was not beaten by my mother.

One of my most famous commotions when I was in this age happened during full moons. It was at these times that I dressed up as a werewolf and chased people through dark alleys. This escapade usually ended with me being beaten up in the local police station, reminding me of my mother's beatings. This also opened a new era in my life in which I learned fear and horror.

After I finished University, I filled out many applications for employment but, due to my Hungarian heritage which was a minority in Yugoslavia, I was unable to land a job in the Republic of Serbia where I was living at the time. After a long search, I was employed by Plavi Vjesnik, a national newspaper in Zagreb, as a caricaturist. Shortly after I became employed there, I drew some political caricatures about Tito reflecting my opinions about discrimination against minorities done by him and others like him, such freedom of expression not being allowed under his regime, the newspaper was shut down and I ended being put in solitary confinement in a cell 20 feet under the fort of Petrovaradin in the city of Novi Sad. I was held there for three months.

     If you wish to obtain a detailed account of the horrors I went through in there, email me and I will give you information on how to get it.