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Tragedy after tragedy.
Photo: Alo
Milan Milosevic Today he has a dream life, he directs the most watched reality show “Cooperative” on TV Pink, he bought a house, a car and he enjoys his work and love, but his roses did not always bloom. On the contrary, his childhood was like in horror movies! What happened to his back few could. In addition to seeing his father Stojan beat his mother Rajka every day, he also received beatings from his father, but also from school friends. He also experienced a great family tragedy when his older brother, Nenad, committed suicide. On top of all that, he lived his entire life knowing he was an unwanted child.
– My mother had Nenad from her first marriage, and seven years later she had a son Zoran, who was born with cerebral palsy. Then the doctors told the mother not to give birth anymore. However, since the father was an alcoholic, every time he got drunk, the mother became pregnant. She didn’t even tell him that, but she was constantly undergoing curettage for four years. When she got pregnant with me, she asked her neighbor for a million dinars in an abortion loan. He did it all the time because he had no money. A neighbor saved my life because she told her: “Give birth to this child, it will bring you happiness.” She listened and they caught me on April 1, on his birthday, the famous presenter begins his difficult confession of life.
Milan says that his father became a bully under the influence of alcohol, which ruined everyone’s life. She had her worst moments with him.
– He hit my mom all the time! She fought for us. He worked in the fields from seven in the morning until seven in the afternoon. He came home with his fingers bloody from work. So tired, tormented, her father knocked on her from the door. We fled from him when we saw that he was drunk. We often slept on the corn. There we waited for him to turn off the lights and go to sleep so we could go to bed too. It happened that he closed the house intentionally and then we had to spend the night outside. Just in case, we always kept the blanket in the shed so that we had something to cover ourselves if it was cold outside – recalls the journalist. Those nights, Milan says, used to be more carefree than those spent at home:
– I was afraid of falling asleep when he was there. I sharpened my hearing so much that I knew at any moment after her steps where she was in the house. We wanted to leave him, to run away from him, but we had nowhere to go. My mother and I would have managed somehow, but what could we do with my immobile brother? We couldn’t quit! We sat in the Social Work Center for days and asked the authorities for help. We report it to the police all the time. The patrol comes and goes, and then they beat Mom for reporting it. He did terrible things to us: he did not let us have a landline, he forbade us to decorate the Christmas tree. I never had a Christmas tree for the New Years.
Little Milan did not care that he did not have a phone in the house like all the other children or that he did not prepare the Christmas tree decoration for the New Year, nor did he wait for Santa Claus. His only concern was that his father would kill his mother:
“I’ll never forget when he hit his head drunk one night.” She passed out and I thought he had killed her. I jumped on my father and started screaming: “You will kill my mother, you will kill my mother …” Every six months, I could break everything in the house: plates, switches, sockets. Once he set the table on fire and would not let us leave the dining room while the fire burned. We barely turned it off. He hit me too, but not as often as my mother. Sometimes I tie myself. I remember he dragged me by the ears 300 meters when he found out I was smoking. For all this I have traumas from aggressive people.
Life in the family home was horrible for Milan, but she couldn’t rest from school or even from the beating. He attended the primary school “Jovan Popović” in Sremska Mitrovica, was five years old, recited, ran a radio station, learned Russian … However, his friends harassed him because he was dating girls:
– They told me I was feminized and that’s why they beat me every day. They threw books at me in the mud, they broke a block of art … They ripped me off in such a way that their fist was full of my hair. When I go to the bathroom on vacation, three or four of them punch me in the stomach and make me laugh. I go to class and I can’t reach air. But I never sued the teachers, because after that I would receive even greater beatings. For them it was a child’s affair and it inspired me fear. Nothing good connects me with Sremska Mitrovica.
When he was a child from a poor family, he was often hungry, so he was forced to earn his first dinar at the age of 11.
– I glued some envelopes. For 10,000 facts, I received 50 marks. It was not small. I could give my mother money and I would always have something left. Only I was able to help her, because one of my brothers was born ill and the other, like my father, was an alcoholic. With the money I collected, I bought “Levis 501” jeans. I loved them very much. It was the realization of my first dream, yet Nenad took them away from me. Thanks to him, I was able to run out of clothes overnight, because he was a gamer and sold things from home.
Milan says his brother indulged in vices after the trauma he went through on the battlefield:
– He started drinking when he came back from the war. He never hit us, but he mentally abused us. He used to get us out of bed in the middle of the night. He just starts yelling: “War, war, war” and we have to hide in the house and run away, because they shoot us. It also happened that he came drunk, put on music and kept us awake all night.
He managed to find his oasis of peace only in high school.
– My father enrolled me in a metal turning school, but I mustered up the courage, dropped out of school and went to chemistry. I said to myself, “I’m not going to that school, even though my dad killed me.” The teachers adored me so much that once in history class, instead of military leaders, I listed the names of my family and my ward. The teacher didn’t even listen to me, she only said at the end of my presentation. “Milan, five by the end of the year.” The whole class laughed.
He has always been a hard worker, so during his studies he also worked in a cafe.
– I was making a lot of money and I brought that money to my mother. I convinced her to stop working in the fields and to take care of my immobile brother while I was at school and at work. Until then, that was my job. I didn’t even know about my childhood. What kind of socializing, going out … Nobody came to my house, nor did I go anywhere.
While the other children eagerly awaited their 18th birthday, great celebration and gifts, Milan was not looking forward to their celebration:
– I have never celebrated birthdays or any other holiday. We also didn’t have a table for the New Year. We roasted a pig once on Christmas Day, but Dad got drunk as usual. He fought with his brother, threw a pig in three beautiful, broke everything in the house … Christmas went on. There were days when we had nothing to eat, or to celebrate. I was often hungry at school, but I was so proud that I never asked anyone to feed me.
A month after becoming an adult in 1995, his father passed away.
– The day before his death, I visited him in the hospital. I sat next to my father, took his hand and said, “Dad, it’s me.” Tears began to run down her face. So I forgave him everything. The next day, at seven in the morning, they told us that he had had three heart attacks in a row and that he had died. A few days later I dreamed of him, and he told me in a dream that he would never forgive himself for ruining our lives.
After the death of his father, Milosevic’s life changed radically. He decides to leave Sremska Mitrovica, of which he only has bad memories, and moves to Novi Sad. He rented an apartment and worked as a waiter until 1997, when he received a call to military service.
Milosevic says that he got very close to Ceca Raznatovic, although he never interviewed him:
– We talk often, now he’s my fan. We corresponded once and I wrote to him that I couldn’t believe we were so close now, and he used to be a big fan of hers and listened to his songs through all the tough times. And she replied, “Kitty, now I’m your fan.”
– So, for the first time in my life, I had a celebration. I am the first soldier in the municipality to finance his enlistment in the army. I borrowed money just to have fun like everyone else: a tent, music, 200 guests … The neighbors were proud of me, the host remembers and continues:
– I did my military service in Kruševac, in the antibiotic chemical defense. There I was scared and trembling. They adored me, they washed clothes … But I stayed in the army for only two and a half months, because they diagnosed that I was emotionally and socially immature to serve. I suffered for my mom.
Milan returned to Sremska Mitrovica with his mother for a few months, and then returned to Novi Sad. There, he got a job on Jesenjin television, where he hosted a short program. Since he was not well paid, he returned to being a waiter. Two years later, news of his brother Nenad’s death brought him back to his hometown.
– He was sentenced to seven years in prison for reselling weapons on the battlefield. His comrades left him that weapon to keep and in the end he died innocently. He was wrongly convicted and could not bear it, for which he hanged himself in jail. We had no money for a lawyer and he ended up behind bars. Mom never forgave herself for leaving her brother alone.
After Nenad’s funeral, Milan decides to move to Belgrade. So, in 2000, he rented a windowless, damp-filled basement in Vračar.
– The apartment was nothing, but I was happy. During the day he worked as a waiter, at night as a bartender in a club. I saw everything and everything there. I might even trip because they offered me drugs. But in my life, I just inhaled marijuana smoke, started throwing up, and realized that it wasn’t for me.
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