AUTOBIOGRAPHY

I was born in Zrenjanin the capitol of Banat, one of three areas of the province Vojvodina situated in northern Serbia. This flatland on the bottom of the former Panyonian See is provided with very fertile ground capable to support growing of any good seed in order to give a lot of food for everybody. Even before my childbirth, began the Passion of mine, which also my mother has been shared with me at the beginning of my life in this earthly incarnation of mine. All team members of the hospital where I was born wandered why I'm not coming out of the mother’s womb, when they suddenly discovered that my umbilical cord has been wrapped up around my neck. Fortunately the sane doctor was present there so he unwrapped me manually thus I could be born. I came out of the womb completely violet with small but hard prick between my legs, which means that I was born death. Instead of welcome the doctor tuck me on the legs pulled me up and has bitten me on the bottom until I've started to cry. Not only that I has been hanged on the neck until I've died but they have bitten me afterward... not quite nice welcome for coming on the world. After the first bath the nurse who tuck part in the complicated childbirth use to inform the father of mine who has been waited outside, about the complicated childbirth of mine. She told concerned that I was born as the big boy of 4.5 kg completely violet but also with small but hard prick between the legs of mine. - Are they both well? - Asked the father concerned. - Their lives are out of danger but the childbirth was very complicated. - Answered the nurse with trembled voice, still excited from complicated childbirth. - This is most important that they are both well. - Sad my father back. - And concerning the hard stick it is the sign that the baby is obviously the son of mine. I'm indeed exactly the same as he is. They laughed both with relief. Later after the father of mine has explained to me what's happened there, I've thought about these occurs and I've understood that the father of mine has pulled the nurse up out of her ugly feeling because she was upset with the dramatic flow of the childbirth, since I was born death. When I've used to think well about this, I've remembered when I was a boy in the age of four, the father of mine has been told the grandfather about this what's happened on the day when I was born. They've talked about the destiny signs related to me, so the father of mine first time has been pulled up in his awareness the importance of this unusual childbirth of mine and has explained the details to his father, the dear grandfather of mine. The grandfather was a farmer but somehow he use to be very seldom expression of the Great Self - he was one of them who was capable to heal the others just with his presence and tales. I use to be witness of many visitors from all over Yugoslavia, which was the name of the country where I was born, they have been visited my grandfather for many years. But it is another story I'm going to explain later in more details. When I was in the age of eleven, the father of mine explained me what's happened and how the grandfather’s wish was to report me when I use to be grow enough to understand the details about the complicated childbirth of mine. He added at the end of his report that the nurse was young, gorgeous and endowed with big chests. This matter of fact represented the key information for me to better understand why I intended to press my head on the breasts of the known and unknown adult woman all my childhood long. I have out figured that it must be this nurse who snuggled me on here nice breasts, so I've tried to repeat it again and again all my childhood long. I must say without any intention to gasconade that I was pretty successful in doing that. When I better think about that, this need has never let me till recently. Then I've asked the mother of mine to explain me what's happened on the childbirth of mine. She sad to me pretty upset when the doctor has pulled me back to the life, I've started to scream like the donkey and couldn't stop next four months long. Then they have packed me as a bread in some tightly covers and I still wonder why because it magnified my suffering additionally and then they have pushed me to the mothers embrace so we could travel home. We used the only cab, the horse powered vehicle, so called fiacre to arrive at home which was situated at Tesla's Street No 5 in the down of this fresh springs day, the first day of my life. Later as a boy, I loved to sit nearby uncle of mine who drove the carriage and I loved the smell when the horse has released the wind blow from behind, so I'm reconnecting this occur with my fist driving home when it seems to have happened also, that the horse has released the wind blow from behind and that this have had pulled me up and stopped me crying at lest for some short time.