Escape from the "Red Star"

After I was released from the Penitentiary Army in Resen, I was again searching for employment as an artist in Yugoslavia but, due to discrimination and to my records as a "rebel" and so-called "trouble maker" against the government, I couldn't find ANY job, let alone an artist position. Since everyone has to eat and since sleeping with girls to get them to charitably cook me a bowl of soup wasn't my destiny in life, I left Yugoslavia in 1971 and chose to come to Canada, hoping that my luck would change there, that I would be free from discrimination and that I would be treated equally as others are treated, having the same rights and freedoms as everyone else.

     I became employed as a cleaner and was later promoted to Manager of Environmental Services at in Hamilton, Ontario. It appeared as though my dream had come true: I had equal chances to gain meaningful employment, I was not discriminated against in any way and, most importantly, I met many nice and wonderful people there. In 1972, I married my wife, Veronica, and in 1974, I experienced the birth of a son, Valiant.

However, in 1986, I entered hell when this man came into my life.

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