This book is the result of my inability to protect against criminal actions of hate legally, so I had to reach out to inform the public about my hard life sprang from the injustice and lies in the hope that in Serbia there are people who want to live in Serbia full love each and every citizen of every citizen.

One phone call late at night in Toronto 23 years ago, to me it seemed like a trigger to go in search of criminals out of hatred towards me, which took me decades physically, mentally and financially abused, and I all attributed my bad fate, because they acted treacherously and hypocritically using lies.

I spent a lot of time and work, but I encountered no tangible traces, not in one of the institutions of Serbia, that would help me to get rid of false accusations to my father, Velimir Antonijevic. Opening the files of my father would certainly be crucial in uncovering the truth about him.

Parallel himself from official institutions, which are responsible for the security of the citizens of Serbia sought to protect me from my everyday compromising bedzbednosti. However, I have not met with the expected, necessary and guaranteed not help with the police, nor the judicial authorities of Serbia. It did not help no public speech in front of my generation with the Faculty of Electrical Engineering at the celebration held on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the entry. The set was featured in the media, as it usually does in such a large and significant anniversaries.

Based on childhood memories of the events around me and my family, from reading books and monographs in the Second World War and sync events from them to places that I walk around with my father in my childhood because my father nothing about his partisan days, and and, based on my five years of research, which we did not bring any information about his father, but only devastating to learn that the criminals hate well protect and erase all traces of my father, which, in turn, for me the important information, and one of the foundations for the creation of my images of possible events in world war II related to my father, I wrote a story Macedonian.

At the end of the war, or the beginning of 1946, there were 30,000 Chetniks and my father, who at the end of the war was 21 years old, can not be accused of being responsible for their liquidation. Falsely accusing him of hate criminals have created yourself the reasons and justification to conduct crime against me, his oldest child and that this false accusation also the wider circle of like-minded people.

This year going into the eighth decade of life and no one can give me back everything that was taken away and erase all my torment and suffering through which I passed. I just wish the rest of my days I spend my old age in peace and dignity, without further harassment and humiliation. Also, I want to liberate Serbian divisions, which hinder in any further progress.

Only unique Serbia is a strong Serbia.