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Chapter 1
"Izvestaj U Srpski"

Report From A Serbian Gentleman

Story Disclaimer: This Report  And His Comments Were Originally Submitted In Support Of The Effort To Expose Anka.  As I am No Longer In Contact With Him, He Removed His FB Account. This Story And His Comments Are Published "Without" His Consent Or Knowledge.  In Any Reference To Serbian Privacy And Exposure Laws.

I Tim Phillips, Am Soley Responsible For Content Published On This Page And The Entirety Of This Book.

The Translation Into English Below Is A Google Translate Maybe Not Perfect.

But The Main Points Are Clear.

He Explains Very Well The Psycho Behavior And Manipulation.


Mobirise

Section: Izvestaj U Srpski - Story Written In Serbian

The Serbian Gentleman is involved in reporting of several different stories where he was able
to fill in parts he knew, that I did not. This Chapter contains only his personal Report.

It is an important part of this story. As with 2 gentleman from opposite sides of the world
telling eerily similar stories, our honesty and credibility, has never been in question.

An important quote to this story, from his report below......
"Unfortunately, this is not a story, this is not a fairy tale, this is not an ideal, but something
that most resembles a maze of deceit."

Understanding the language and speaking to Anka daily on the phone, he was abe to notice
characteristics in her behavior, I did not. Her psycho manipulation of him left the guy, abandoned
with no explanation, emtionally broken and very confused. 3 months, he had a difficult time.
I was concerned about him when we first met. A nice guy, I was to learn had some emotional issues.
Which she knew about and used to get at him, she emotinally twisted him like a pretzel.

Even more so with him than she did with me, she created a fantasy girl that never existed.
He said had he known what I did about Anka, He would never have gone near her. 
The stories he told, were like reading a horror novel. I cannot say that I felt manipulated all the time
as he reports he did.  But the lies and attack on your life, are the exact same pattern with both of us.

As you will read below, she uses the exact same lie about a boss that does not pay her. First
it was Bata at Fan Radio to steal from me, no breakfast for her son, he is not paying her.
Now with him, I am the new bad guy not paying Anka for something she deserved. Saying
such at a concert she is lying about going with friend Tina for 2 months. His name is not Tina.
I am paying for the concert, now using me as the bad guy, it is just a crazy woman's show.

The day after the concert, she said "yesterday had stomach ache all day, ruined my day and night"
Then she laughed as she lied. He said no stomach ache. It is hard to understand such lies.

The night below, she says she was at the hospital, was the same story the same day with me. But
we found in recovered screenshots, she was gone from home to ER and back in 35 minutes, with
no vehicle. I do not live in Serbia, but he said, no way, she made up that story..... Why???
Headaches and chest pains, I was worried about Anka. He spoke to her daily, said no.
Anka was never sick like that, never said a word to him about headaches or chest pains.

Creating lies and crazy stories for no apparent reason other than to manipuate your emotions,
so you are always worried aboout Anka. So all of your thoughts are about her. 

Cleary my story about lying not paid at Fan Radio, to simply steal. Is a regular pattern.
She has a pattern to get inside people. The never ending victim of life. "I am always sad".
"Nobody wants to love me, just fuck me"....."No other men in my life"....."I am not being paid by ___"
Always creating a conflict situation, so you will think someone is wronging Anka and she needs you.
We both laughed at this one, told the exact same words. "I Never Lie"... it's just incredible

Together, we have 3 years of nothing but created stories that never existed and outright psycho lies.
Imagine for one moment, you spent 3 years total, doing nothing but lying daily, all day long. 
Day and night, to 2 people or 2 that we know of. All knowing you are screwing up their lives.

What possibly can be enjoyable about that? What type of sick stuff goes through such a womans head?

Read The Brain Cancer Chapter, It was this guy and he was not dying, nor had Brain Cancer.

His screenshot comment above is the base for the entire story. 
"Who could believe this will be her real face" 

We both fell in love with a woman that never existed, that girl was not the real girl.
Sadly, together we found the truth. I liked him, he is a decent, honest man.


Gentlemans Report in Srpski...........
Izveštaj na Srpskom jeziku...............


Čudno je sve to, ljudski um je čudan, sledi da su i ljudi čudni. Nikada ne znate koga ćete upoznati u životu. Paradoksalno je to što očekujemo da će nam život pružiti šansu da upoznamo i onaj deo sebe za kojim tragamo otkad udahnemo prvi dah i često bivamo zaslepljeni tim idealom, čak toliko zaslepljeni da ni ne vidimo zlo koje ljudi, koje idealizujemo baš zbog toga što nam se predstave kao predmet našeg traganja, imaju u sebi.


Nažalost, ovo nije priča, ovo nije bajka, ovo nije ideal, već nešto što najviše liči na lavirint obmane. Bio sam uvek obazriv u životu, čak I previše strog prema sebi, možda bih uvek i premalo rizikovao i procenjivao svaku situaciju u kojoj bih se našao, tražeći samo najjednostavnije rešenje.


Tako je bilo, ali bar do oktobra 2014. godine. Baš u tom periodu, sasvim slučajno, počeo sam da pričam sa jednom osobom, zanimljivo je da sam vrlo brzo stekao utisak da je u pitanju krajnje prijatna osoba, brižljiva majka i neko ko zna šta ja mislim čak i pre nego to izgovorim. Da, činilo se da je to upravo onaj deo naše ličnosti, deo koji nam nedostaje, deo za kojim tragamo, da je baš to preda mnom. Počeli smo da razgovaramo o najobičnijim stvarima, stavovima, sve bi delovalo baš onako kako bi i trebalo da bude u idealnom svetu. No, ovaj svet je daleko od idealnog, a život je nekim ljudima samo pozornica za prikazivanje svojih maski. Ta osoba je vrlo brzo počela da koristi svoje kandže kako bi se poigrala sa mojim umom, igrala je na kartu mojih slabosti kako bi me izmanipulisala, pričajući mi samo ono što sam želeo da čujem, samo ono za čim žudim.


Iz tih razgovora proisteklo je i njeno “Volim te!”, koliko god to čudno zvučalo, koliko god to nelogično bilo. U tim momentima sam uvideo da nešto nije u redu, da se dotična osoba - Anka služi trikovima i kojekakvim igrarijama kako bi me naterala da počnem da mislim samo na nju. Pokušao sam da je udaljim od sebe, nekih pet puta sam joj govorio da me ostavi na miru i da beži od mene, ali jednostavno nije odustajala. Ponašala bi se kao predator koji je u stanju da se igra sa svojim plenom dok ga ne rastrgne i uništi do poslednjeg komada. Samo što je ona to sa mnom uradila mentalno, dovela me do granice haosa, do one linije kada više nema nazad. Čak do te mere da bi me, kada bih se posvetio svojim obavezama, prekidala i napadala iz razloga što svoje vreme ne posvećujem njoj, već onome od čega mi zavisi buduća egzistencija. Govorio sam joj da ne mogu da zapostavljam obaveze, da moram da uložim sebe u tom poslu (učenju), ali kao da je to bilo uzalud. Nešto što ne očekujete da će vam se desiti se upravo dešava baš vama. Koliko god se trudili da pobegnete od nje, jednostavno ne možete ako je rešila da vas ščepa, obmane i uništi vašu volju za bilo čim sem za njom. Čak bi mi kada bih rekao da ne vidim nikakvu budućnost između mene I nje ona rekla da uvek postoji nada, ali samo ako veruješ u to. Naivno, poverovao sam, a ona je svo to vreme meni pričala da sam jedina osoba u njenom životu. Jedina osoba, hm… Jednom prilikom, kada sam joj rekao da ode od mene, da me ostavi na miru, rekla mi je (poslala par poruka) pričajući da joj je dete u bolnici, da je u teškom stanju i da, pored tog haosa u kojem se nalazi, jedina osoba na koju misli sam ja. To vas razdire iznutra, osećate potrebu da budete uz osobu, osećate se kao da ste je izneverili i zato, krajnje naivno, poverujete I vratite se na dohvat njenih kandži.


Voleo bih da to nisu bile njene laži, voleo bih da je makar nešto od toga što je rekla istina, ali nije bilo istine. Valjda i najbitnijeg sastojka svakog medjuljudskog odnosa – istine, jedino nje nije bilo. Jedina osoba u njenom životu nisam bio, tu je i gospodin iz Sjedinjenih Američkih Država, koji je autor ove stranice, o čijoj sam priči saznao tek u januaru 2016. Ono što je sa ove vremenske distance čudno je da nije bilo previše promena u njenom ponašanju. Možda bi ponekad bila nervozna ili pomalo ljutita, ali je uvek prikazivala ono ljupko biće željno ljubavi I pažnje. Znao sam za probleme iz njene mladosti, rekla mi je detalje o teškom detinjstu o problemima koje je imala u Beogradu, ali je rekla da je sve to stvar prošlosti i zaista je delovalo tako. Rekla je i da je bila izložena upotrebi opojnih sredstava – narkotika, ali s obzirom na to da je po vokaciji umetnica, vođen mišlju o francuskim simbolistima koji su izvor inspiracije tražili u opijatima, stereotipom o umetnicima (Džimi Hendriks, Milan Mladenović, Depeche Mode, čak i mišlju o studentima umetnosti koji koriste određene opijate kako bi došli do inspiracije) to mi nije delovalo nelogično, naprotiv, bilo je ono što se uklapa u šablon tog stereotipa o ljudima sa kreativnim porivima. I to sam gotovo i zanemario, naročito zato što bi ta osoba sada trebalo da bude brižna majka. Čak se je u jednom periodu tokom 2015. godine, u januaru, februaru i do sredine marta, kada sam imao određenih zdravstenih problema psihofizičke prirode, ponašala tako da bi dala sve da bude uz mene tokom tog perioda, da se ne bi udaljavala od mene, ne znam koliko je to istina, ali je meni delovalo tako. Onda, u jednom momentu, sam spomenuo kako volim da slušam violončelo, klasičnu muziku, čak sam joj I rekao kako volim da slušam sastav 2Cellos. Zanimljivo je da je ona predložila da idemo na concert sastava 2Cellos u Beogradu, koji se održavao u junu 2015. godine u Sava Centru. Vreme je prolazilo, brojali smo dane do koncerta i, napokon, taj dan je došao. Svo to vreme je ona izgovarala to čuveno “Volim te!”, tako da ne biste sumnjali u istinitost te rečenice. Ono što je bilo najčudnije tokom dana kada se održavao koncert, jeste činjenica da je bila stalno nervozna, kada bismo šetali ulicama Beograda, stavila bi naočare koje prekrivaju pola lica, kao da se krije od nekoga. Redovno bi se ljutila i bila ogorčena na poruke koje bi joj stizale na Viber-u, govorila je da je to od nekog posla koji ona obavlja za neku kompaniju iz Amerike ili Kanade i da je ljuta zato što joj ne plaćaju za rad. Zanimljivo je da nije bio u pitanju nikakav posao već druga osoba kojoj je govorila isto što I meni, to famozno “Volim te!”, kao i onu čuvenu priču kako nju niko ne želi, kako svi samo žele da je povrede, kako je ona mislila da nikada neće moći ponovo da zavoli, ali da je napokon spoznala pravu ljubav kada je upoznala mene, a ta druga osoba koju je obmanjivala je gospodin iz Amerike od koga je prisvajala materijalnu korist obmanjujući ga gotovo isto kao i mene. Došlo je veče, vreme nakon koncerta, stalno bi ustajala iz kreveta kako bi odgovorila na poruke na Viber-u koje su neprestano stizale. Čak mislim da je to bilo u period od pola 3 do 4 ujutru, bila je krajnje nervozna I ljuta, besna, držala je cigaretu u levoj ruci i imala glas koji je zvučao na režanje kada bi joj stigle poruke. Najčudnije od svega je činjenica da ni jedan jedini put nije pozvala kući da vidi kako joj je sin, da li je dobro, znajući da on ima problema sa astmom, to mi je bilo pomalo čudno, ali je stalno komunicirala sa svojim “poslom” na Viber-u, čudno, zaista.


Ubrzo zatim ta ista Anka postaje prava santa leda. Ona divna žena koja bi mi toliko često govorila “Volim te!”, kao i da su joj se snovi napokon ostvarili samim tim što zna da me pronašla, postaje prava bezdušna tvorevina. To se desilo čim je stigla u Makedoniju, pričajući prethodno da mora tamo da ide zbog zdravstvenog stanja njenog sina. Nije više bilo reči od nje, samo par razgovora u kojima je bila potpuno hladna. Čak mi je rekla da planira da ostane tamo, zbog nekog posla koji je pronašla koji su joj ponudili neki “ortaci” koje je upoznala tokom leta. Sve je to delovalo nelogično, besmisleno, naročito kada je rekla da je sa nekim svojim rođakom obišla Makedoniju, a pitajući je gde je bio njen sin, ona samo odgovorila da je ostao sa bakom gotovo nedelju dana. Zamislite da osmogodišnje dete, zbog čijeg ste zdravlja navodno došli tamo, ostavite nedelju dana sa ženom u poznim sedamnesetim godinama, zar to ne deluje nelogično? Najnelogičnije od svega je bilo pitanje koje sam postavio sebi, kada sam se malo osvestio i ponovo uvideo da nešto nije u redu, a to pitanje je glasilo “Ako je ostala bez posla, tj. dala otkaz, kako može da finansira gotovo dva meseca letovanja i koji bi joj šef ili poslodavac, za koga obavlja posao na internetu, platio da dva meseca ne radi ništa.”. To pitanje me je vratilo razumu i shvatio sam da nešto ipak nije kako bi trebalo da bude, da ta ista Anka, zapravo samo laže i plete mrežu oko naivnih žrtava kako bi ih izmanipulisala i iskoristila. Zanimljivo je da se čak nije ni javila kada se vratila iz Makedonije, da, nije se javila meni, onoj istoj osobi kojoj je govorila “Volim te!”, nekako je paradoksalno osobi kojoj ste to stalno govorili, kojoj ste pričali da vam je napokon vratila veru u ljude I ljubav, ne želite ni reći oči u oči makar nešto čime biste se pozdravili I oprostili. Jedino je bila zaintrigirana za razgovor kada sam joj rekao da sam joj kupio poklon za rodjendan I da želim da joj dam I da se tako oprostim od nje. Još kada je videla da je u pitanju nakit, delovala je krajnje željno da to uzme. Vreme kada je otišla, vreme kada nisam znao šta se njoj dešava i vreme kada nje više nije bilo je početak ili sredina oktobra 2015. godine, baš kada je otišla da “radi” u Sofiji, taj rad je podrazumevao slikanje i onaj internet posao o kojem je govorila, ali je čudno da se neko bavi internet poslom kada nema stalnu internet vezu. Pozvao sam je na Viber-u kako bih je pitao kada da joj donesem poklon koji sam joj kupio i da se oprostimo kao dve civilizovane i odrasle osobe, a odgovor koji sam dobio je bio nešto što nisam očekivao, rekla je samo: “Ja sam u Sofiji, ne mogu dugo da pričam jer sam sedela do kasno u noć.”. Čak sam je pitao I da dodjem tamo da joj donesem poklon jer mi za to ne treba ni više od dva i po sata, ali bi ona samo rekla da je put od mog mesta do Sofija dug bar 8 sati i da nije vredno da dolazim jer bih se umorio od puta, ali je to zvučalo toliko hladno I podrugljivo, da sam imao osećaj da to govori kamenu, a ne ljudskom biću. Tada sam bio siguran da je u pitanju osoba koja nema emocije, kojoj ljudi služe kao igračke koje, kada završi sa njim I kada više ne može da iskorišćava, samo baci I gleda ih kako trunu.


No, opet mi je bilo teško da poverujem u to, ćutao sam tri meseca, bio u potpunoj depresiji što više nje nema, makar ni da čujem njen glas, ali od nje ni traga ni glasa, sve dok nisam u januaru 2016. godine saznao istinu tokom razgovora sa gospodinom iz Sjedinjenih Američkih Država, koga je obmanjivala čak dve godine i kome je uzimala novac, da sam imao posla sa osobom koja nikada neće pokazati svoje pravo lice, nego samo masku kojom bi vas pridobila I kasnije emotivno razorila.


Translation To English

Strange is all this, the human mind is weird, it follows that people are weird. You never know who you will meet in life. Paradoxically, we expect that life will give us a chance to get to know the part of ourselves that we are looking for since we breathe first breath and we often become blinded by that ideal, even so blinded that we do not even see the evil that people, which we idealize precisely because they are performances as the object of our pursuit, have in themselves.

Unfortunately, this is not a story, this is not a fairy tale, this is not an ideal, but something that most resembles a maze of deceit. I was always cautious in my life, even too strict about myself, maybe I would not always risk too much and evaluate every situation in which I would find myself, seeking only the simplest solution.

That was the case, but at least until October 2014. Just in that period, quite by accident, I began to talk to one person, it is interesting that I quickly gained the impression that it is a very pleasant person, a carefree mother and someone who knows what I think even before I say it. Yes, it seemed that it was precisely that part of our personality, the part that we lack, the part we are looking for, that it is precisely that which is before me. We began to talk about the most ordinary things, attitudes, everything would work exactly the way it should be in an ideal world. But this world is far from ideal, and life is for some people just a stage to display its mask. That person quickly began to use her claws to play with my mind, she played on the card of my weaknesses in order to manipulate me, telling me only what I wanted to hear, just what I wanted to hear.

From these conversations came her "I love you", no matter how strange it sounds, no matter how illogical it is. At those moments I realized that something was wrong, that the person concerned - Anka used tricks and any games to make me start thinking only of her. I tried to distance myself from her, and five times I told her to leave me alone and to run away from me, but she simply did not give up. She would act like a predator who is able to play with her prey until it is torn and destroyed to the last piece. Only she did it with me mentally, led me to the chaos border, to the line when it was no longer back. Even to the point that if I dedicated myself to my obligations, I would be interrupted and attacked because I do not dedicate my time to it, but to what depends on my future existence. I told her that I can not ignore my obligations, that I have to invest myself in this business (learning), but as if it was in vain. Something you do not expect to happen to you just happens to you. As much as you try to escape from her, you simply can not if she has decided to grab you, deceive you and destroy your will for anything else except her. Even if I said that I did not see any future between me and her, she said that there is always hope, but only if you believe in it. Naive, I believed, and she told me all that time that I was the only person in her life. The only person, um ... On one occasion, when I told her to leave me, to leave me alone, she told me (she sent a couple of messages) telling me that she was in the hospital, that she was in a bad condition and that, in addition to that chaos in which it is, the only person to whom I think. It breaks you from within

I wish it were not her lies, I wish it was at least some of what she said, but there was no truth. The most important ingredient of each interpersonal relationship, of course, is the truth, it was not the only one. I was not the only person in her life; there is also a gentleman from the United States, who is the author of this site, whose story I learned only in January 2016. What is strange about this weather distance is that there were not too many changes in her behavior . Perhaps she would be nervous or somewhat angry at times, but she always showed that lovely creature eager for love and attention. I knew about the problems of her youth, she told me the details of the difficult childhood about the problems she had in Belgrade, but she said that all this was a thing of the past and it really worked like that. She also said that she was exposed to the use of narcotic drugs - narcotics, but given that poetry is an artist, guided by the thought of the French symbolists who sought the inspiration for opiates, the stereotype of artists (Jimmy Hendrix, Milan Mladenovic, Depeche Mode, even the thought of art students who use certain opiates to come to inspiration) it did not seem illogical, on the contrary, it was what fitted into the template of this stereotype of people with creative impulses. And I almost ignored it, especially because that person should now be a caring mother. Even in one period during 2015, in January, February and until mid-March, when I had certain health problems of a psychophysical nature, I behaved so that I would give everything to be with me during that period, so as not to get away from me , I do not know how true this is, but it worked for me like that.

Then, at one point, I mentioned how I like to listen to cello, classical music, even I told her how I like to listen to the composition of 2Cellos. It is interesting that she suggested that we go to the 2Cellos concert in Belgrade, which was held in June 2015 in the Sava Center. Time passed, we counted the days to the concert and, finally, that day came. All this time she said that famous "I love you", so you would not doubt the truth of that sentence. What was strangest in the day of the concert was the fact that she was constantly nervous, when we walked the streets of Belgrade, she would put glasses that cover half the face, as if hiding from someone. She would have been routinely angry and angry at the messages she would arrive at Viber, She said that it was from a job she was doing for a company from America or Canada and that she was angry because he did not pay for her work. Interestingly, it was not a job at all, but the other person who she spoke the same to me, that I know "I love you", as well as the famous story that nobody wants her, that everyone just wants to hurt her, how she is she thought that she would never be able to love again, but that she had finally come to know true love when she met me, and that other person who she was deceiving was a gentleman from America from whom she appropriated material gain by misleading him almost as much as me.

The evening came, the time after the concert, she would constantly get out of bed to answer the messages to Viber who were constantly arriving. I even think that it was in the period from 3 to 4 in the morning, she was extremely nervous and angry, angry, she held a cigarette in her left hand and had a voice that sounded like a slumber when messages arrived. The strangest thing of all is the fact that she did not even ask her to come home to see her son, whether she was good, knowing that he had asthma problems; it was a bit strange to me, but she constantly communicated with her "work" on Viber, weird, really.

Soon that same Anka becomes a real iceberg. That wonderful woman would say to me so often "I love you!", And that dreams have finally come to her just because she knows she has found me, she becomes a soulless creature. This happened as soon as she arrived in Macedonia, telling her that she had to go there because of her son's health. There was no more word from her, only a couple of conversations in which she was completely cold. She even told me she planned to stay there, because of some work she found that some of her "partners" had introduced to her during the summer. It all seemed illogical, meaningless, especially when she said that she and her cousin went to Lake Ohrid, Macedonia, and when asked where her son was, she only replied that he stayed with her grandmother for almost a week. Imagine that an eight-year-old child, whose health you have reportedly got there, leave a week with a woman in the late seventies, is not it illogical?

The most genocidal of all was the question I asked myself, when I got a little feeling and again realized that something was wrong, and this question was: "If she was left without work, that is, she quit, how she can finance nearly two months of vacation, and that the boss or employer, for whom she is doing the job on the Internet, would pay two months to do nothing. " That question restored my mind and I realized that something is not, as it should be, that the same Anka, in fact, just lies and knit a network of naive victims in order to manipulate and exploit them. It is interesting that she did not even answer when she returned from Macedonia, that she did not contact me, the same person she spoke to "I love you", she's kinda paradoxical to the person to whom you constantly said, to whom you have been told that she has finally brought you faith in people and love, you do not want to even say eyes in the eyes at least with which you would be greeted and forgiven. She was only intrigued by the conversation when I told her that I had bought her a birthday gift and that I wanted to give her and that I would forgive her. As soon as she saw that it was a jewel, she seemed extremely eager to take it. The time when she left, the time when I did not know what was happening to her and the time when she was no longer the beginning or the middle of October 2015, just when she went to "do" in Sofia, this work involved painting and that internet business to whom she spoke, but it's strange that someone deals with an internet business when they do not have a permanent internet connection. I called her to Viber to ask her when to bring her the gift I bought her and to forgive like two civilized and grown-ups, and the answer I received was something I did not expect, she just said: "I am in Sofia, I can not talk for a long time because I sat until late at night." I even asked her to come there to give her a present because I do not need more than two and a half hours for it, but she would just say that the trip from my place to Sofia was at least 8 hours long and that it was not worth coming because I would get tired of the road, but it sounded so cold and mocking, that I had the feeling that it was telling a stone, not a human being. At that time, I was sure that it was a person who does not have emotions, which people serve as toys, which when she finishes with him and when she can no longer use it, she just throws them and looks at them as rotten..

But it was hard for me to believe it again, it was three months old, I was in complete depression as much as she did not, even if I could not hear her voice, but no voice or voice was sought until I got to know in January 2016 the truth during a conversation with a gentleman from the United States, whom she had been fooling for two years and for whom she had taken money, that I had dealings with a person who would never show her true face, but only a mask to gain you and later emotionally ruined me."

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