Mystery Blogger Award



  • Feature the award logo/image on your post
  • List the rules
  • Thank the blogger that nominated you
  • Tell the readers 3 things about yourself
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well –> [Okoto Enigma]
  • Answer the questions provided
  • Nominate 10-20 bloggers and notify them by commenting on their blog
  • Ask the nominees 5 questions of my choice with one weird/funny question (specify)
  • Share and link to your best post(s)

Self-reflection Healing aka Love Alchemy has nominated me for a Mystery Blogger Award originally created by Okoto Enigma. It’s been awhile since I had a nomination and I am very grateful for this honor the exquisite poet Love Alchemy has shown me. He might be new to my 42. Cyber Corps Army, but he is a valuable trooper that I grew to like and respect.

Now let’s hit the tasks.

3 things about me

It is rather hard to pick just 3 things to list. We are all complex beings, so to extract only 3 traits from a human would be insufficient. Ah, the rules we must obey, or fall down to chaos and disorder.

  1. I am tradesman with a high school degree, a preschool teacher with University degree, an amateur writer, an amateur illustrator, liker of all forms of art, talented in all sorts of art except music and I am a blogger.
  2. I don’t support violence, but I am fascinated by it, therefore I am trying to understand the causes and the effects of it.
  3. My real name is Nenad, which means (in Serbian) “the one who surprised us”

Questions I was asked

  1. What did your past relationship teach you?

Never been in a long lasting relationship. That’s why I never write about love, because I am uneducated of ways of love. To make this even more sad, I am not interested in love, nor I am in search for my soulmate.

2. What one thing do people always misunderstand about you?

My personal convictions about many of -isms are considered radical to some extent and often people classify me as a radical, connect me with radical movements, even though I am not aggressively pushing my personal opinions onto others. To give an example, I believe that terrorism and racism can not be solved by pure violence, but must be fought ideologically and methodically to the point where bad ideas are being constantly challenged and change provoked within the enemy group (from the inside), sort of pacifying the enemy with showing them the alternative route, turning them to a good side. People often think I defend terrorism, but forget that one’s man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter, so which is which and how can YOU tell them apart? This is what I strive to find out.

3. What makes you feel accomplished?

Accomplishments make me feel accomplished? *nervous grin

4. What is your favorite song?

Lately I can’t push this song out of my head.

5. Weird Question: What would you name your boat if you had one?  If you already do, what did you name it?

First of all, I don’t know how to swim, but I can dive like an anchor. I just sink well. Now, if I had a boat, I would name it “Armadron” like my main character is being called in my unpublished novel.

I hope this answered your curiosity and burning questions about me. I do understand if someone is not sharing the same opinions with me and that is 0K, as long there are no fists flying around. Our strength is diversity and uniqueness. We all have our thoughts and no matter how different they are, they belong to us. A little bit more tolerance and respect is what our society needs, specially now when everybody grows intolerant to all sort of things.

My Nominations

I nominate my Sergeants and LT.’s , because I got a lot of them. I think their blogs should be rewarded, because they put a lot of their time, emotions and energy to provide us all with a quality content. To these people, I salute.


Sg. I Teodora, Sg. I Nash, Sg. I Ruth, Sg. I  Stella, Sg. I  Yuvi, Sg. I  Susan, Sg. I  Hayley, Sg. I  Jaismine,


Lt. I Obioma, Lt. I Stoner, Lt. I Piper

My Questions for them

  1. What were you like as a child?
  2. What is your favourite dish?
  3. What is your favourite vacation destination?
  4. Describe a perfect moment with a loved one.
  5. Wierd question: What would be your weapon of choice if you were presented with a bad person in front of you?

As always, here’s a Kitten. It is just a web cat, nothing else, but it seems, you guys have developed affection for it. 😀


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Liebster Award 2017


100 Followers Checkpoint Reached



100 Followers Checkpoint Reached



Welcome to my blog y’all. We made it. My little scribbling has managed to rally a one hundred loyal readers to my blog. I refer to you guys as “Soldiers”, “My Brothers in Quill”, but I feel like we are much more connected than we really are. Liking, sharing, commenting stands as a proof of our comradery, our helping each other with writing, understanding the torment of random thoughts and motivate others to stay strong and prevail in this storm we named LIFE.


I intend calling this Company a 42. Cyber Corps of Dronstad Army, and all of you are soldiers now. I couldn’t wish for a better looking lot than you folk, so this makes me very proud. You are all troopers that need an insignia for your righteous deeds, so some promotions are in order.


I hereby promote Juan to a Sergeant First Class for shown respect, love and passion for writing. Her blog is one I firstly have found on WordPress and enjoyed visiting. I recommend everyone to visit her blog and thank her in my behalf.

Sergeant1Squad I also promote Ruth to a Sergeant First Class for frequent visits, kind word, Likes and other activities that put warmth to my cold heart. Her images and words do pack a punch, therefore I recommend visiting her too.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Stella to a Sergeant First Class for sticking around and being giggly all of the time, which lifted me up many times I was feeling down and gave me motivation to hope for better things in life.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Yuvi to a Sergeant First Class for being so nice to me, Liking my writing and providing comments that often made me smile and go happy through my day. Her blog is set to do many wonders.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Susan to a Sergeant First Class for being positive and inspiring with her Likes and comments that made such an impact to my way of thoughts. She really is a Muse.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Hayley to a Sergeant First Class for writing great posts and providing me with a good vibes and inspirational quotes I still come to recall.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Jaismine to a Sergeant First Class for showing up, out of the blue like a thunder and giving me a hail of Likes to my writing. Glad you are here.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Teodora to a Sergeant First Class for letting me realise what sort of army did she massed on her blog and that nice words have a better reception than the bad ones.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Zeckrombryan to a Sergeant First Class for his insightful comments that have thought me of what was good in my work, giving me hope and being a true friend.

Sergeant1Squad I promote Nash to a Sergeant First Class for acting as a total undercover agent and slamming me with good advices on Facebook. Without him, this would be pointless.

Sergeant2Squad I promote Nathaswami to a Sergeant Second Class for being with me from the beginning and sticking around when it was the hardest to start the blog’s growth. He truly motivated me to continue with my mission and assured me that stars are achievable.

Liuetentant2Platoon I promote Obioma to a Lieutenant First Class for teaching me how to dream and control my desire of stealing the stars. Her welcoming words and passion for God almost made me a religious person once again. Still, her writing gives me a lot to look for during the day.

Liuetentant2Platoon I promote Stoner to a Lieutenant First Class who became one of my favorite blogger to read, talk to, exchange motivational words and socialize all together. Her words are filled with emotions loosely swinging from happiness to sorrow and back to happiness.

Liuetentant2Platoon I promote Piper to a Lieutenant First Class because she thought me to enjoy life, observe the horizon and cherish the time with my close ones, think about them and love them intensively. Her lyrics are masterpieces that all bloggers should read studiously.

Liuetentant1Platoon I promote Idle Brain to a Radiant Lieutenant Second Class for being such a good friend, a valuable soldier and advisor. His joyful comments are the ones who made me laugh the strongest and almost shed a tear. I couldn’t wish for more than what he gives so naturally and easily.

Liuetentant1Platoon I promote Duri to a Radiant Lieutenant Second Class for being one of the first followers and loyal recruit in the 42. Cyber Corpse, that have left so many Likes it is almost impossible to count them all. His texts are a great fun to read, because he wrote them with his mind and soul.

Of course, this can’t go by without a Company Commander which has endured the most of all. This guy taught me everything about blogging and instructed me how should I make more recruits follow my blog. His words moved me so much in the right path, it is almost called luck, and I’ll admit, I am lucky to have met him.

Major2 I promote Matt to a Company Major for his dedication to our friendship, cleverness and passion for writing. This is the guy who is deeply in love with books. His blog is THE FIRST one who followed me and gave initial advice on how to blog. Solely on his words did this Dronstad Army took its march and started growing. Before him, this was a lonely blog and now it is hard to recognize. Thanks to him, I now have ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS.

Now, all of you have permission to brag, show off your new bling and do whatever you want with your new rankings. You can write a blog about it, share, like, comment… Or not, I ain’t your mother.


Fun Facts For You

Because I am a preschool teacher, I’ll hit you with something interesting about Balkan’s history.

A long time ago in the 12th century, Ottoman Empire descended its might on Balkan territory and occupied it for almost 5 centuries until Balkans started their rise and pushed them back. In their conquest of Europe, they managed to reach the outskirts of Vienna, but have failed to seize the city from former Austro-Hungary Empire. Their reign was dreadful and bloody, but there are also a good sides of it. Their culture stayed, polite customs, patterns of how to rule and how business should be done could be spotted even today among many big and small companies all over Europe. Many of their traditional dishes, music and art was somewhat well received by the local Balkan population and slightly modified to fit ancient customs of Balkan folk. The fight against the occupator draw western influence, so Balkan represents the genuine mix of both side, East and the West. I could talk on and on about Ottoman influence on the modern day Europe, but I will make a turn towards some more dreadful things that have haunted the poor Balkan civilians.


(Kosovo Battle, 28. 06. 1389, Serbian last stand against Ottomans)

It is considered a religious sin in Islam to make muslim a slave, but Balkans folk were predominantly followers of the Christ, so Ottoman Turks thought it was fine to enslave the Slavs, Illyrians and other Balkan races, and so citizens of the Balkan were thrown in chains for about 500 years.

People were forced to convert to Islam and those that didn’t, were impaled with a long beams of wood, originally intended for pig roast and planted near the road so everybody could see what was the punishment for disobedience. In other cases, a hot boiling oil was poured by litres in slave’s anus and cooked from within for laying their hand on their master. Ottoman Turks were the Lords of the land, and everything that moved on it was their property and had to pay taxes to their Lord.

On yearly basis, slaves had to give their whole harvest to the Ottoman empire. If one refused to do so, his head would be removed from his shoulders and family slaughtered. If a slave had nothing to give, he would pay the taxes with his life. This yearly toll was also performed in other ways. Because Ottomans were a military driven Empire that lived from freshly taken lands, fights were massive and bloody. They had a constant need for fresh soldiers, so they have devised a cunning plan to build an army with less effort and used slaves to fight in their behalf.

Every year, a brigade of riders would storm every village they come close to and snatch every Balkan male child under 10 years of age and bring it to the Ottoman Empire. Those boys were trained to become soldiers and when they reach 21st year of their life, they were sent back home. Their mission was to wait until a major religious festivity comes about and when many their family members (cousins, aunts etc.) gather to a family home to celebrate the glorious occasion. This is similar to a Thanksgiving, where everybody comes home for a supper, socialize, exchange warm feeling with their close ones. The only difference is, that in the Balkans, such supper lasts for 3 consecutive days.


(Janissaries – an Elite Troops, like a French Foreign Legion)

When the main day comes, the lost son returns home, bringing a squad of his newfound brothers and butchers the whole family. Decapitated heads of his biological father, his uncles and all of the males he have found are now proof for his commander that the lost son is loyal to the Ottoman Empire. This was a very effective test of loyalty, dedication and coldheartedness the Ottoman Elite Rider must have.

Because of this chilling events, many Balkan mothers were cutting their newly born son’s fingers, so they would be unable to hold a musket or swing a saber, leaving them barely fit for a life of a farmer.

It was also a custom that the Turkish Lord must lay first with the newly wed maiden befor her wedded husband. If the Lord was riding a horse, slave must move from the road and bow to him (meaning that slave must bow to the Lord, them bow again to the horse, as he had a bigger stature than a slave). Public gatherings were not allowed, because of the fear that slaves might plot to start a revolution, so nobody could socialize, however, slaves were given the right to honor their religion if not converted to Islam.

Slavs fit for battle were hiding in the hills and the mountains since Balkan wasn’t in scarce of that kind of structure. Festivities are now converted to a religious gatherings, as religious assembly was allowed by the Ottomans. This was a loophole fighting slaves have made to warmonger against the Ottomans, right before their eyes. From festivity, to festivity, mass around the table grew and grew with battle ready men, that will soon start a march for freedom.


(Hajduk soldiers – Serbian rebels that fought the Ottoman patrols)

Moral of the story

This have happened, more or less true to the legends, and you would assume that today Serbs hate the Turks, right? That was history. People who did those stuff are dead for a long, long time. Why would I hate someone of today, who wasn’t alive when all of this stuff happened? He has no connections with it. It is in the past, and the future is what we both make – him AND me. Some groups of people could learn a lot from this text.


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Rakija – connecting people


Balkan people like to say: „Rakija – connecting people“ as a joke that originated from a commercial for the Nokia cell phones. Rakija is considered among the common folk as a jet fuel of southern Slavs, and their favorite drink. It is pronounced (/rɑːkiːɑː/ RA-ki-ya), but other Slavs have different names for it. So what is Rakija actually? Well, it is a fruit made moonshine, a type of brandy or spirit. Usually it is made from plums and that kind of rakija is called „Sliwowitz“, but there are other variants. Rakija can be made from apples, pears, apricot, peach, mulberry, rose, grapes and more types of fruits that can be found in the Blakan region. The most important thing in making rakija is that the fruit involved must be very juicy and ripe. Some variations are considered a feminine drink like walnut rakija and sour cherry rakija, because they have a distinctive sweetness and strong screaming colors. A common color of rakija is clear yellow with a shade of dark or a completely clear like Vodka, just it will knock you down a lot faster.


If you look at the Slavs as a whole, you would say we run on Vodka, but the South runs on rakija and Balkan folk are very proud of it. Normal Slav can get drunk from 6 shots of Vodka, but only 2 from Rakija, so I’ll let you imagine how strong that is. Some Russian tourists came to the Balkan in the 80′ and had a good time there, having parties in Serbia, sunbaths at the Croatian sandy coasts, eating classic Bosnian „burek“ and buying souvenir from the shores of Montenegro, but when they were introduced with Rakija, they wished they were dead – so a saying was made in that honor. It goes: Yesterday I drank with Russians and I wanted to die, but today I drink with Balkans and I wished I died yesterday.


The process

Measurements are very hard to guess and tell the correct ones, because every family has their own way of making this booze. My family has its own recipe to make a good Rakija, so I will speak of that. This is Serbian way. First you need the minimum 200 kilograms of plums. We pick them from the ground because those are the ripest ones, then we shake the tree and collect the rest of plum. This cargo is stored in huge barrels with the lid half way closed, because it needs air so it will not explode from the fermentation gases. After few months of natural fructose fermentation, you will end up with a plum mush material we call „komina“.


(this one is made from grapes)

Second thing you need is a distillery apparatus, made out of 3 parts: the „kazan“ (caldron with a brass coating), a cooler and a pipe. This distillery device is commonly called „the church“ because a lot of blessing is involved in saluting the good year in the field and a bountiful harvest. Some people will refer to the distillery as „happy machine“ because it produces joy and happiness to a lot of men and family members.


(my father making rakija known as “lozovača”)

Third thing you’ll need is a lot of firewood. The plums are poured into the cauldron and the lid is placed over it, then the pipe is installed on both parts connecting the boiler and the cooler, then the whole thing is being sealed with a mixture of the corn and grain dough. The fire is placed under the caldron and the waiting can begin. After an hour the first drops of rakija will form on the cooler’s end as the hot steam from the caldron travels through the brass pipe and gets in contact with the cold area of the cooler which is filled with water.

That is called a first run. The first run lasts for a few hours and you will get around 40 liters of rakija. This liquid is not drinkable, because of the high percentage of alcohol and it will behave like an acid and not the way you would expect. Inhaling the vapor from this liquid will spin your head faster than the rollercoaster and will put you to a 10 hour sleep coma.


After the first run comes the second run, which is a little different from the first one. You repeat the first run, but you add those 40 liters you just made and you add few white corns (corn flour is made only from the white corns, not from the yellow ones which are used to feed the cattle). When the new drops of rakija start pouring from the cooler, you will have a proper rakija that is now ready to be used. This product is called „prepečenka“ or in English „double baked“. From the second run, you can make the final product of 30 liters of fine rakija. If you continue the distillation any further, it will just make the rakija weaker than it should be and it will have a watery taste and lose its sharp bite.


This part comes very easy. You just chug the first shot, then the second is used for sipping and enjoying the conversation with your smiling friends. Initial taste is like trying the cold oil, but when you swallow it, the magic begins. Firstly it will give you a burning sensation in your mouth walls, and then the tongue will slightly start to sizzle. Aroma of the fruit will now start to amplify in your mouth and a strong scent of liquor will rise to your nose and tingle. I have to warn you, because you will feel every drop of the liquid slowly running down your throat and travel to your stomach with a piercing sharp pain like you just ate a razor. After the third shot, you can kiss your legs goodbye because you will not be using those in the next 5 hours.


There are no rules of when the rakija is used, because it is used all of the time. Every ceremony in Balkan has a bottle of rakija somewhere, just look it up. During the winter, Balkan people like to make boiled rakija and drink it like a tea to warm up. This sort of thing is better known as “Šumadijski čaj” (shumadia tea), and its vapor will make you drunk in a minute.

I was introduced with rakija when I was 7 years old, and we made our fresh batch. When my father stored the rakija in big oak barrels, he gave me some to try, only if I wouldn’t tell it to my mother. Now, I drink it every morning for good luck and often share it with my guests. Fun fact: If you see a Coca-Cola bottle with a Fanta cap on, it is most definitely rakija inside.


If you get to know a Balkan boy or girl, ask them for rakija, because they don’t travel without one.

The Rise of the AVKF



To show how much is the Balkan interest into the Sci-Fi, I must mention yet another website and a small group of people that use their time to promote various genres. I wrote about Sci-Fi Society and Lazar Komarčić SFA, but they are not alone in the Balkan. There are more of these people that stare at the starry skies and write, in order to help Balkans Sci-Fi production. They go by the name Autostoperski Vodič Kroz Fantastiku – AVKF, or in English – Hitchhikers’ Guide through the Fantasy. The name is a sort of a joke, which travels from ear to ear, bringing in the curiosity about this certain site. Why writing about them, – well, let’s find out.


The Origin

The origin story started at the grim point of our lives, where one of the respected Sci-Fi beacons (SF Serbia) went down due to the editor’s decision to end the site. Nobody knows exactly of, why he has decided to do that, however, the fans suggest that it must be the lack of time or energy that caused this step. In those sad days, dragons didn’t fly in the cloudy sky, monsters silently slept in their caves, valiant heroes awaited for the danger to ensue, but it never came. Blades went dry and dusty, shields rested above the fireplace as a memory of the glory days. What? Too poetic again? Ugh, but I like it that way. Come on, stay with me on this… Alright, I’ll stop.

It started as an opinion of a girl that said to her friend: You should make another site; and the guy did it. At the 9th of September 2015, the AVKF was born. The rise of popularity shortly followed and everybody was happy again. Other sites, newspapers and radio programs, even the foreign ones, welcomed the AVKF, recognizing it as a valuable Sci-Fi portal for all that want to get informed in speculative science. Now, two years running, it still keeps its trend of popularity, constantly providing quality content for it viewers.


About the website

What makes this site special and worth of looking is: numerous topics and broad interest in all of the things that stand marked as a Sci-Fi. Primary attention is being steered onto the fantasy part, where along with the already favorable genre; other genres have a spotlight, reserved just for them. Genre of products reviewed (comics, films and shows); vary from horror, classic Sci-Fi, cyberpunk, steampunk, epic fantasy, anime and subgenres of the previously listed branches. All of the reputable authors, from the John R. R. Tolkien and George R. R. Martin (do all these epic fantasy writers get their R. R. as a badge of success?), to the Arthur C. Clark and Steven King; along with many others can be equally found on AVKF website. What brings the fans to that place are the insightful facts about the authors and their work, so it is partially educational website, a good place for those new to the Sci-Fi. The site’s reach is well accepted in the countries such as Serbia, Croatia, Montenegro and many more.

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The AVKF website currently holds around 1 666 battle ready followers, but that number is rapidly changing, which means, there is a chance for them to evolve into something more influential in the Balkans. All of the things I have mentioned deserve to be discussed about and shared around, because that is the only way for them to achieve their goals. Besides the obvious goal to magnify the readership, their path is set towards becoming a powerful organization and publishing house that will give a chance for success, to all of the young aspiring Sci-Fi writers in the region.

AVKF contributor’s engagement in their work is led by few unifying thoughts, and those are: to rival the other fantasy websites, to fortify and to enrich Sci-Fi scene in the Balkan, to get professionally upgraded and to be internationally recognized as a valuable SF Association. The force is strong with this one. *he said it in Vader’s voice

Valinor Club


One of the most trusted AVKF’s allies is the Valinor Club, founded in May 5. 2015. This elite social club herds cosplayers and Tolkien fanatics under its wings, giving them a place to grow and exchange their ideas. The Valinor Club is responsible for a lot of gatherings and themed cultural events all over the region. Such happenings are followed by a massive crowd of people, sometimes it goes over 3 000 souls. One of notable projects where Valinor is involved in, is Festival of Tolkien Fantasy, which is under the patronage of a much bigger fantastic society called Evenstar. Members of Valinor often show performances on their tour like: dancing, playing instruments, swordfights (no blood thou), shows for kids and showing the arts of cosplay makeup.

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Drinking customs in Balkan



West has its games and parties, but not the Slav drinking history that radiates with positivity and warmth. Drinking is somewhat a religious thing among Balkan folk, where alcohol is used at every event, him being bad or good. In Slav lands, Holy Days and liquor go hand in hand. It all began when Slavs were still tribal community that picked fruits of the land and enjoyed in peaceful nomadic life. Drinks were used among other products as offering to the Sun God. Slavs are people of the forest, very calm and easygoing, that hold family the most important thing in the world. So in a way, I’m saying we are party hard elfish folk that have history in drinking and can drink more than we can pick off the ground.


Usual age when a Balkan Boys and Girls start to drink is around twelve years old. At first, it’s just a sip, but two years later that sip is turned into a bottle. It is one, most favorite thing to do while spending your time with friends. Getting drunk is a normal thing, as that is the effect of alcohol on human body. In the US, you would not be able to sit in the park with a group of people and get wasted, but in the Balkan, you can sit in front of police station, and police would kindly ask you to move from the entrance. I know, because I did that. I do not support drink and drive. I have never done that. I just ask friend for a ride home. There is no alcohol in prison, man. Let’s get to drinking then.

Never offer a glass that’s half full.

In some Slav states, it is a custom to pour half of glass. This is the host’s way to show he wants you around, as he constantly needs to refill your glass and bring more drink, but when the glass is full, it is telling you, that’s the time for you to leave. In Balkan, this has opposite meaning. To offer a half of glass, is to make an offence to the guest. It means you don’t value them, that you think they are a half of the man and therefore, they don’t deserve a full glass. Wars were started over this, friendships lost and broken with many dead.


Always look into someone’s eyes when clinking glasses.

There is something in the eyes when someone is saluting you. You can always tell if they wish you a good health or not. It is a sign of respect towards the people you share drink with. If you miss the eye contact, you must repeat the clink until the contact is established. Many will ask: How do you clink if you don’t follow where your glass is going? Well, you tend to aim and swiftly turn your eyes towards the friendly face, before the class hitting glass sound, rings in your ear.


Never say “Cheers” with something that isn’t alcohol.

Water, as a type of drink, is passionately hated among Slav. They’ll say: “Water is good for nothing, that’s why you wash your feet in it.” Drinking is connected with religion to some point. Every celebration is spent in rivers of alcohol, because, a newborn child is greeted with a glass of alcohol and a friend is sent away with same. Holy bread is being crossed with vine, it’s being poured on the bountiful land for a good year filled with crops, and it can be used in many ways. Distillery is commonly called “The Church”, because Slav usually bless themselves before first sip of “Rakija” (Rakija – homemade fruit brandy). Cheering is mostly used as a ceremony during more notable celebrations, like marriage, Saint Days (Slava) and birthdays. A host would take his drink and go to each guest wishing him “Živeli” (Long live, Long life), where they’ll briefly stare at each others eyes, bless themselves and take a sip.


Always take a sip from the glass after toasting before putting the glass back on the table.

It’s considered very rude and disrespectful not to drink when pleasantries are exchanged among friends. Sipping after the toast is sort of a seal that confirms spoken words. Don’t be misled by thinking that sip must be long, because a rude joke may take place. If a beginner is accepted in company of seasoned drinkers, and he doesn’t know the custom and it’s meaning, it is sure they will exploit his ignorance by constantly making toasts and salutes until he is in no ability to look straight. That’s how I got drunk for the first time.


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My Beard Styles


Beards came to be very popular and desirable lately, but I’m not doing it because of the trend. I had my beard before it was cool, so its kind a stupid now for me to start falling into what society dictates. My beard started to grow at normal rate when I was 14 years old. That was also the time I started to shave regularly. I was one of few kids among my friends that actually had facial hair. At first it bothered me, because I’ve been laughed at for being different. Friends would call me names and compare me with iconic people that had beard and were not popular for exceptional deeds. All that mistreatment wore off, when biological stands were revealed to me as a beard stands for a mark of an adult man. After some interesting facts, I raised my head in pride and relied peculiar intelligence when ridiculed for my looks. Many years later, all name calling came to a minimum, giving me a lot of time to perform experiments with my, now, favorite playing thing.


This style is one of my extreme looks and highly demanding to maintain. It starts from the bottom of the ears and goes in a sharp triangular curve to the peak of the chin. Neck is clean and mustaches are also removed, leaving only facial hair on the cheeks. Tops of triangles are neatly lined with same space in between, providing badass look of teeth drawn out on lower jaw. Making this look is long time taking process, and I would recommend some help for the best possible result. All of my style forming is being done by razor blade, not trimmer or any other tool. I also use only water for best visibility, cause with soap or foam on the beard; it’s hard to see where the beard is and how process is going. Now, I would also not recommend shaving with nothing else but water on your face, because, that shit hurts like hell. Do it only if extremely resistant on pain, especially when shaving mustaches, those hurt the most, seriously, it made me cry like a girl when I did it first time.

Knight’s honor

This style is my current one at the time. I call it this way, because it resembles a stereotype of today of a medieval horseback warrior. In regards of the style, think of a thick beard stripes that fall from ears, over the cheeks to meet each other beneath the lower lip. Around the mouth and above are mustaches, formed in a wide curved line, like a crescent moon falling down from the nose. Neck is clean shaved, and stripes brought to equal size. I love this look for easy maintenance and for its length. It also makes me appear wiser, older, more experienced and mature. This style often gave me much needed boost of moral and self-confidence when I was attending high school.



When I mention Commando, some of you probable think of harsh lines around mouth with a goatee below, right? I do something similar. Lines are one finger wide or thinner, and they break over the edge of the lower jaw. These lines meet on the top of the chin and connect in one line, thick at the same rate that falls from the lower lip. Mustaches form a cubical around mouth and merge with the beard lines to form a complete style. Cheeks, neck and spaces around lower jaw teeth are shaved to accentuate facial hair. I use this style from time to time, usually when I’m bored and don’t know what else to try. This particular look got its name when I was supper pissed on one of the parties, and as I stormed out of the door, a group of friends noticed me and gave me that remark. I instantly calmed and started to think of their words, where a style name was decided.


It is as what you think. This is the most accurate copy of Hugh Jackman “James Logan” aka “Wolverine” from the “X” men. Thick stripes cover the cheeks and fall together to the side of the lips. Moustaches and chin is shaved as well as the neck. You figured it out… I am a Marvel’s fan, but not a fanatic. It just looks so badass on him, and since I can mold my beard into anything, why not giving it a badass look… might attract some fan girl, who knows. Despite this falls under society standard, I didn’t wore this style to up coming premier of new X men movie or anything similar. I did it opposite way. Whenever I felt like looking like Logan, I grab my razor and start shaving away unnecessary parts. Didn’t get the girl though.


Orthodox priest

To even begin understanding this look, some of you might want to check the internet. Mentioned style is to me, a sign of laziness, even if that’s not true. I look at it, differently, than many others. It is usually a long beard, what is known as a “buck dollar beard”, and it is hard to maintain. To keep this beard you need special oil, daily trimming and grooming, for which I don’t have time or will. I sometimes let it to grow wild; just to see how far it will go before the growth rate starts to slow down. People from my surroundings often commentate and provide disrespectful remarks as I laugh cynical at them, and irritate by coning the ruffled ends. So much win.


Picking up the topics for writing

Most of my time I’ve spent thinking, wandering and observing turmoils around the world, looked at nations getting separated, listened to people crying, while politicians and journalists talked about it. I don’t support violence, but I do get a lot of interest in it, as it is a phenomenon that strikes cultures and lives.  One thing was clear more than the others; War never brought anything good into the world. Now, I know what are you thinking: What can, a little man, do about it?, right? Well, a lot actually. For example: Don’t do things you wouldn’t like to happen to you and your loved ones. Question all of the media. Think with your own head and take nothing that they try to sell you as “compassion”, because they are lacking one. Develop critical thinking and join conversations to gain info about things that are going on in the war zones. Most important part is, to listen with respect for what people have to say, it doesn’t matter if they are speaking complete bull. That will just turn your opinion into a solid principle. Get knowledge, get info, get your gears going. Tolerance is what I seek from people around me.

And know one thing. There are people like you out there, fighting for their country, turning civilians into refugees that leave their homes in approach of the carpet bombing. There could be your troops helping out there, or making it worse, but to risk, is to potentially harm. War itself is a problem. We as humans, need to  force the faulty politic to change it’s mind, without a need for bloodshed. There are ways, we just need to join our minds and find it, but we can’t do it if we have no knowledge about it. Get to know your enemy. We are stronger then them and more in numbers. If we work together, there is no force that will stop us, cause we stand for a right to live. Welcome to my church.


Glorious Ultras



If you, by any chance, live in Europe, you have probably heard about the infamous Ultras, but if you are an American, you are pretty much clueless about the term. This name Ultras represent the football fans (real football, not that under armor rugby you have going on, yeah, you keep calling our thing soccer, we’ll keep calling yours rugby), that are known to be very extreme during the match’s. Other names are being used to label these people and the most used word is a hooligan. In the stands, they are easily spotted wearing jerseys of their club, colored scarf, balaclava, pyro (known as a torch), a national flag or the football flag. These guys are considered very dangerous and unpredictable, as they live for the club and they are ready to perform many vile things in order to protect the honorable colors of their team.

Often seen chanting, singing, cursing, doing the wave or organized clapper, rising enormous flag over the public in stands, or simultaneous burning of the torches are some of their activities that show the beauty of being a true fan known as Ultra. Normal people watch the game, eats burnt sunflower seeds or drink beer, but Ultras are the 12th player on the field. It is known that a good ovation and inspiring chant can motivate the players to perform better, fill their hearts with courage and pride and make them give their maximum to set the best score. The patriotic charge that flows from the stands usually bathes the whole stadium and affects the crowd in total, providing them with a memorable feeling of joy. Every game is a spectacle, as the football players are being portrayed as modern knights, gladiators in the arena, fighting the enemy’s barbarian hordes.

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The Love

It all started as a normal way of showing your true affection for the club, going to games with your close friends, sing in support for the team, but it grew into something darker. Europe was plunged into many wars, and many states fought the other states, so when there is a game at play, it is seen as a small battlefield, where one fandom wants to prove the other side, that their country is better than the others. That love for the club was so strong, that the national representation has started to be observed as the best of the best one country had to offer. That way, nationalism grew from modest patriotism and soon, very passionate fans became super fans, Ultra-Nationalist, The Ultras. A new formed faction of fans have spread onto the smaller clubs in lack of frequent international plays, so Ultra ranks started growing in all of the clubs, spreading like plague among big and small football division. Fans became fanatics, and fanatics are somewhat crazy when triggered.

Could you imagine a love for the sport, so great, that you would be willing of doing something very bad to someone if he has said: “Your team sucks!”? Could you feel in your heart, the ever pulsing love for the team, that you know all of its players by name? And if you did, could you be able of harming yourself or your loved ones if you missed going for the match? Would you quit your job, or leave your partner if he was a supporter for the opposite team? Could you end long lasted friendship over friend choice of the best player of the team? Do you know every goal, every missed opportunity and time it happened, of all the players in the team, throughout the complete history of the club to the day it was founded? Do you sing the chants and hymns; hum the tune when you are all alone as a method of meditation? No? Well, Ultras do.

The Hate

When someone has that much love, he doesn’t accept the defeat so easily. It makes him rage out of control, punch the wall and roar like a wounded beast he is. It’s kind of a normal thing for the people with a lot of love, to have a lot of hate too. We have seen comedians get very depressed, or celebrities get tired of their posh life as a sign of some imbalance that their carrier has brought them. High level of one emotion will evoke the opposite feeling, to retrieve a natural balance and keep the mind healthy. Ultras suffer the same pressure; sometimes it is unbearable, so they show their hate through aggressive behavior, hooliganism, breaking stuff and fistfights. Their love is shown in celebrations where they drink, sing, socialize and enjoy life, until the losing Ultras comes along to beat up the 12th player.

Society had a problem with this. Common clashes have turned into homicides and massive brawls, with deadly casualties, and the government couldn’t allow this to happen for too long. No one was fond of receiving the mortality report from the local morgue, after they have sent their child to a football match. For all my years, I have heard a dozen of news announcements, where a kid got stabbed to death, just for wearing the wrong scarf in a wrong hood. I do realize there are gangs in USA like Crips and Bloods that do the same death sentencing, but we don’t have that kind of gangs here, so this sort of crime is outrageous and unheard off.

Police is summoned to pacify the crowd and divide the factions on the stands, create a buffer zone, but they used force and bats to do it. The same approach is being done when the Ultra crowd leaves the stadium after their team lost the match. Police in riot gear is deployed whenever the Eternal Derby is taking place, in order to protect the civilian property and city monuments. They bash the Ultras without mercy, so the Ultras figured, it is not the Police they are fighting, it’s the government, because Police is a prolonged hand of the regime. The strong hate among rival sport teams fandoms on the stands slowly turned onto hating the government and became a revolutionary ideology. And so the hatred of Police was born.

Every Ultra considers the police as their arch enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend logic, draw criminals in the Ultra ranks. Balaklava seemed as a practical tool to hide your face when rioting, so the cameras and witnesses could not point their finger at you when the riot ends. Police has bats, and so will we. They have shields, but we have torches. We will own the city. The city is ours; it’s of the people, not them, not the property of corrupt politicians and their henchmen. Regime will feel our wrath, and it will bow at our feet… of course this is how some of the Ultras think when rioting, but that is just a loud minority.

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True Ultras are now doing all in their power to eradicate this sort of intruders, in order to preserve the highest honor standards in their ranks. The proper Ultra hates drugs and loves sport, hates the unfair ways and loves the sport spirit, hates the criminals and loves his country, so the true Ultra is a man of honor. Many years ago, one of the honorable brothers fell dead from the shadow knife in the hands of an evil hooligan, which twisted smile disappeared into the black of night. Days passed in sorrow, a grief for all of his smiles, laughs, chants and shown courage. The pain was so great, that even 100 enemy skulls and bones broken couldn’t make a change, so the leaders have made a meeting to discuss the future. An unwritten code was set in place, that from then and on, no weapons allowed in fights, only the God given hands and fists, however, the rotten parts of Ultras follow no rule. They still pray on the unguarded supporters, members of a big Ultra Firm factions, trying to get them in a dirty fight.

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Agents of SHIELD Season 5 Fan-Fiction


Before I even start to write about the new season of Agents of SHIELD, I should present the facts and sources of information that inspired this writing. As there are many of us that follow Sci-Fi, there is not a small amount of fans that passionately monitor over what’s happening in Marvel Universe. The following text is centering around second season of our favorite Agents and connections with the movies we love so much. This is a theory and a idea for the next season to come. My intention is to try bring them here, in Serbia and start good work relations. I would also like to see how the actors, producers and writers in SHIELD headquarters would react to this in front of the camera and consider these facts in upcoming filming, so feel free to share it high and low.


Next season will be based in Sokovia (Marvel’s fictional state located in Eastern Europe). Why there? Why not somewhere else? I believe they have used Serbia as their inspiration for this wasteland. Let me explain why.

They introduce Sokovia as a troubled region like Serbia, and the letters/language Sokovians use? Yes, it’s Serbian. In the movie The Avengers – Age of Ultron, we were able to see some Sokovian heroes like Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. Their pronunciation is on point in regards of the Serbian accent, almost as they had some Serbian help in mimicking it. The Sokovian capitol is called Novi Grad (New City in English); in Serbia there are similarly named cities like Novi Sad, Novi Pazar, Nova Varoš. Just the name Sokovia is very interesting because Soko means Falcon in Serbian, and there is a real town in Serbia with a similar name called Sokobanja. This is the place where I live. Near Sokobanja is an old fortress called Soko Grad. Sokovia + Novi Grad = Soko Grad. Illuminati confirmed. Just kidding… or am I?


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That is just the first similarity from a quick analysis. The falcon is a predator bird, just like an eagle, a symbol on the Sokovian flag, Serbian flag and SHIELD’s logo. Since we are talking about flags, Serbian and Sokovian flags share the same three colors and an eagle, which is an interesting similarity. These facts could be checked in Google and verified at any time. You can go do that and come back – but wait, there’s more!

Near Sokobanja is a mountain with very interesting features. I’m talking about Rtanj mountain (pronounced [r̩̂ːtaɲ]). A cone shaped terrain with naturally straight sides, it almost looks like it’s manmade. The highest peak is decorated with a demolished chapel of Saint George the Dragon Slayer. This is a second similarity as in the show we can see a temple inside of the ancient town where the Diviner led the Agents. Due to its unusual shape and existing magnetic and gravity deviations, the planes do not fly over this area, and Rtanj has an aura of mysticism. On Rtanj you can’t get a signal on your phone, digital watches go crazy, batteries lose charge in a matter of hours. This is a third similarity, because in season two, Agents can’t use any technology in an old temple where Inhumans receive their powers. What can I say more than, I live in very cool place. Feeling tempted yet? Here I will give some more interesting information’s that are considerate myths.

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The local inhabitants will say the mysticism is not a coincidence, because there is often a cloud standing over the mountain as an aureole. Some of them say that the mountain is not actually a mountain; they claim that under all that dirt and rock is a solid Mayan-style pyramid. It is also considered by some as alien site. In 2012, this region had a lot of visitors who believed in an old Doomsday prophesy, and went there to seek salvation. Many witnesses say that they have seen very tall dark blue humanoid aliens walking in the mist, and lightning orbs that travel horizontally. This could be a match with the Kree and a code name Lincoln, as Kree are an alien race with dark blue pigment of skin, and Lincoln is an Inhuman that has power to control electricity.

The most popular legend is about a wizard’s great treasure, hidden deep in the mountain. It is possible that legend came from the ancient times when some Jewish man excavated part of the mountain and built a chapel for St. George on the very top of Rtanj. However, the mine was shut down after 12 men died when a tunnel collapsed. The mountain was perceived cursed so the survivors stacked their TNT supplies in the chapel and blew it to pieces. This also could be another similarity, like when the agent Mack turned against his friends under the influence of an ancient alien temple. Just think about it! Could it be that the death of twelve miners could be a cover up, because they came in contact with something else while digging for gold? Maybe the real treasure is a power….. not a shiny metal.

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I do understand you are wondering now: “Why do you think they should move there for filming?” Well, the reason is very simple. Production value is the same yet it costs up to 5 times less to film here in Serbia. Their involvement here would enrich our production; providing modern techniques of filmmaking and more benefits. We are more than capable of providing new film sets, well trained actors that already work abroad (like in Hollywood and Russia), world-renowned stuntmen, a new exotic aspect to the show – and of course, a highly-skilled quality workforce for cheap. “But wait. I have heard a lot of things about Serbia. Is it safe?” Yes, it is. Type your question in YouTube and see it for yourself. There’s an American guy named Charles Cather who has been living here for over 5 years, making vlogs about his love for Serbia. His channel: Charles Cather and few videos – Opinion on Serbia 4Opinion on Serbia 2

American pop music is popular here. Have you ever heard of “Exit Festival”? It’s one of the most popular EDM Festivals in the region with more than 1,200,000 visitors and there aren’t any of the problems you might be worried about. Visitors even do the booking for the next year, so it shows that the environment is hospitable towards ‘outsiders’. Hollywood is considered the epitome of entertainment. Our cinemas are filled to the back when a brand new Marvel film or blockbuster comes out. Heck, we even have the Serbian American Football Association with over 20 teams and a few Women’s Flag Football teams. If that is not accepting of American culture, I don’t know what is. I know this could be very useful for the show and Fandom would love this new Marvel’s achievements. It would be so great to implement real life with the fiction and get that positive skepticism. Therefore, come to Serbia. Let’s make marvels. *wink *wink


Agents of SHIELD Season 5 Episode 01 Fan-Fiction

Now when you know all the references, let’s dive. All of the plot development is based on my prediction, not on what we have already seen in the show.


A year of 1523 AD, the sunset covered in darkness falls over the dead trees and stills the grass. A knight and his loyal companions climb the hill searching for the unknown and talk why did they come here instead of help defending the city walls of “Stari Grad” (Old City) which is under siege. The Knight silences them as howling breaks from the front. They draw blade and inflame torches, when a dirty old man in thorny rags reveals itself. A conversation is led asking for wisdom and help, but the wizard magnifies their fires and uses them to annihilate the soldiers. Slowly behind him, elements consume the pyramid high as a mountain, covering her with tonnes of dirt and boulders. A woman figure in ladylike dress approaches her mentor and says: “It is done. None of the humans shall posses a treasure if they are unworthy.” – waves her hand and the dust settles on top of the mountain.
Old man replies: – No, but they will try. Send our brothers to silence harmful word and erase our existence from puny peasant lives.
A woman confirms with a nod and a cloaked huff riders disappear into the woods.

Main part

Present day, SHIELD headquarters, bunch of agents are busy rebuilding the base. A quinjet touch’s ground and Agent May comes out carrying a bag with valuable information’s about Watchdogs and their last lair. Coulson greets her; they talk about future plans, advices her to slow down with work, because of the after effects from the Framework. She acts as usual and explains how work keeps her in reality. Simmons and Fitz are trying to put a dangerous VR Framework under the vault and reconnect all resource endings in the loop so nobody could enter it by chance. Daisy helps them by reconstructing her friendship with the Rising Tide and employs hackers to help. News are blasting information that yet another factory went in flames somewhere in France and that it might be a form of terrorism. All of them, Daisy, Simons and Fitz talk about how somebody needs to stop this violent actions and that the Inhuman should participate. Coulson storms in and notifies everybody on a staff meeting. In a darkened room, projection shows the building surrounded with heavy forces in the middle of LA, and few machinegun nests on the corners, conveniently masked as a food stand and a construction SUV. May is outlying the plan when Daisy asks about the origin of the information and Coulson stops her, explaining that SHIELD thinks, they might have a converted “dog” providing data from the inside, and yet their informant is afraid to show himself, so it must be somebody in the ranking. Plan is settled; catch them alive, everybody gears up. Phil Coulson stops May for a brief chat, but she blows him off, as Framework was just a fiction, not the real world. Phil decides to play along.

Streets of LA, tactical teams are forming on the corner behind Yo-yo and Daisy with May is in the cloaked Quinjet hovering in the air, waiting for the attack. Coulson supervises the angles and orders the team on the ground to be ready for the “runners”. “We about to shake some canine mutts.” – Daisy says laughing, Yo-yo is not amused, and she likes dogs. Fitz deploys Retrievers (yellow orbs) while Simons scouts terrain with drones. Signal is given, teams break loose and breach the facility, dozens wounded, firefight in the hall, Watchdogs protect the door in the back. Sky jumps from the jet and punches the roof, Yo-yo does hers thing. Teams go in with night vision, “icing” the enemy, while others ties dazed opponents and drag them to the extraction point where they are mounted into the Quinjet via cord. Mobile generators kicks in rebooting systems, more fight follows. “Drifters” are spotted by drones and vehicles are rammed into them to prevent leaving the scene. Retrievers are mapping the building, but hacking in the system is impossible. Strange – Fitz thinks violently hitting the keyboard, talking with Simmons, when special operator yells to everybody to haul ass, because a big bomb is hidden in the south wing. Daisy is showing off by destroying Watchdogs armory and garage, soldiers valiantly charge at her, but alas she is more playing with them than fighting. Yo-yo saves her in the last moment when one of the dogs pulled out a gun. Agent cries just came to Sky and she then hooks up the soldier for a Quinjet, then grabs Yo-yo and “shivers” out of there through the hole in the roof. Bomb goes off; fire takes the streets in panic.

Back to base, news are reporting about the incident and SHIELD Agents (non ranking, tactical team) saving civilians and putting them on the distance with the blast radius. Daisy heals herself from a wound she got in the fire, Yo-yo took a hit in the head and Fitz is limping, spilling blood from his leg. A new liaison with the Government is debriefing Coulson on what happened today, and he reassures the lady that everything is under control; it is domestic gang problems, nothing more. Inhuman were not harmed nor involved in pushing forward with the Watchdog agenda. Coulson rises concern with the possible implications of Inhumans and terrorism, because, some religions see it as a gift from Gods. “What stops Scandinavian countries to claim superiority over others when their complete mythology is proven true? We saw Thor and his entourage in New Mexico, Lady Sif once helped us upper handing Asgardian mind controler and our scientists are trying to build a bridge with their world.” – Coulson says, but May just smiles.

– Thor only proven we are not alone in this Universe. People still consider it all to be folklore, nothing more. Earth has mighty allies and that is what we needs to turn into rock solid partnership. If another space hole opens over New York, we would want them to jump to our aid. I think all humans agree to that. Asgardians are not willing to share their technology or weaponry, I can’t deny that, but they are friendly’s. And for the terrorism as much can be said, we have more confused Inhuman hiding their gifts, than radical movements recruiting people with special abilities. Take a look around. We have them helping us, for God’s sakes. – May says leaning on the table, sipping liquid from the cup.
– You sound like Captain America now. He has met a God, yet he claims there is only one God. He never got to sign my card collection. – Phil smiles in ordinary manner and crosses his arms.
– Listen to me Coulson. I know Russians tried to develop their own Cap, and failed. A handful of Inhumans are in Russia, scared of what are they doing to them there, trying to keep it as a secret or become an experiment. “Give me your hungry, your poor…” These Inhumans fit the whole list. – May says.
– So we became like a “school for gifted children”? – Coulson keeps on smiling. (X – men reference)
– If that means saving their lives, than, Yes. We will be their shield, but never a weapon.

Meanwhile, prisoners are awaking to find themselves tied for the chair in a half lighted room. Daisy explains Yo-yo how to conduct an interrogation, how to give them a “gentle tap” on a head, but all Yo-yo does is turning jokes and not acting as instructed. One of the Dogs spills his directives, but nothing important, so he bursts into painful cries, only to find that Yo-yo punched him where it hurts the most.

Fitz-Simons are exploring their love, plan for vacation in Vienna, when Fitz finds some cyber blockade on the obtained hard-drives. It looks advanced, so he passes it on to Daisy, because of her hacker skills. Sky does some of her voodoo, but hard-drive set itself on flames and a computer virus takes over the base. Glitchs on monitor’s present war clashes with blaster riffles from the 90’ for one second, before they completely go dark. All doors are sealed down and air vents are closed so struggle for oxygen starts.

Tech teams rushes to the control room to fix the problem. Every backup console shows no power or ability to receive commands. Fitz and Daisy are trying to figure what happened, but without luck. A prison door clicks; Watchdogs are now in the move. SHIELD’s armory is wide open, alarms start blaring and emergency light shows the way to the roaming enemy. Gunfire raises attention of the agents, Coulson grabs his gun. May start clearing the floor from the intruders. Enemy is somehow moving with ease through the maze of metal doors, while few of the agents are trapped in laboratory with technicians. Daisy is forced to break the door, letting Yo-yo run through the crowd disarming the enemy. May is on patrol, a self made warpath, throwing men around like plowing the snow. Phil comes to Mays aid with ICER gun, shows feelings and gets rejected again. May is afraid to come forward and have a love relation, too much thinking over what has happened with them in Framework. Attack has failed and the power comes back like nothing happened.

Except for destruction of the lab and bullet holes in the walls, most of the equipment is in its optimal state. Coulson demands an answer, yells at his crew and calls Fitz to the office. Inside the office, Coulson starts to write on paper and show it to Fitz who acts confused of why is he writing, and not talking normally. Fitz asks and Phil replies, that whoever did this, is using their cameras and microphones, so Fitz laughs. Coulson then goes full boss on him and starts to argue: how can something like that happen here, when Fitz designed the system, people could’ve died. Answer is bad, so Phil comes closer to him and gives him a task to find whoever did this, and fast. When asked Why, Coulson replies: “Those factories were not ordinary assembly lines. They all went dark before they were blown to pieces. France, Italy and Czech are working on finding out who did it. So far, no data on the culprit. This is first time it happened here. Some preliminary research shows, Inhumans were in some of them when the factories kissed the sky. Don’t tell our guys, we don’t want to make a fuss over a simple glitch, do we now?” – and smiles, -“ I have at most trust in you finding an Inhuman who did this.”

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