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Saša Milivojev - THE BOY FROM THE YELLOW HOUSE (The book is available on Amazon in multiple countries)

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Saša Milivojev - THE BOY FROM THE YELLOW HOUSE THE BOY FROM THE YELLOW HOUSE  is the most shocking novel ever published in the world, an autobiographical confession after which mankind will never be the same. In copyright meditation of  Saša Milivojev , the Boy‑witness speaks about unimaginable horror he survived in his own country as a 12‑year‑old boy: about the Yellow House and camps, about kidnapped civilians and drinking their blood, about smuggling their organs and war crimes, about the most brutal killings and rapes, about incredible sufferings and ethnic cleaning, about genocide and secret tombs... The novel The Boy from the Yellow House has been built on several narrative levels, simultaneously discovering all pranks in close and actual history, discovering political dilemmas on integrations, territorial integrity protection as well as on identity of one sovereign country; on criminal and corruption, prosecution of the political opponents under the veil of democracy, o...

Saša Milivojev - ECHO OF A NUCLEAR BOMB - THE PHENOMENOLOGY OF ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION: A CRITICAL REVIEW OF THE MAGNUM OPUS BY SAŠA MILIVOJEV

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Saša Milivojev - ECHO OF A NUCLEAR BOMB Saša Milivojev ECHO OF A NUCLEAR BOMB THE PHENOMENOLOGY OF ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION: A CRITICAL REVIEW OF THE MAGNUM OPUS BY SAŠA MILIVOJEV A Novel After Nikola Tesla… Analysis by: Branislava Matić (82), B.Arch., P.Eng. Theorist of Global Catastrophes and Post-Nuclear Aesthetics, 18.01.2026. Toronto, Ontario, Canada When a work such as the novel “ ECHO OF A NUCLEAR BOMB ” by Saša Milivojev appears before the literary and scientific public, the word “literature” becomes too narrow to encompass the full force and complexity of the presented material. With this work, Milivojev does not merely transcribe a chronicle of demise; he performs a clinical autopsy of civilization while it still lingers on its deathbed, utilizing a surgically precise language that bridges the brutal physics of destruction with the finest threads of human metaphysics. The author is not content with the mere description of ash; he penetrates the very molecular structure of noth...

Saša Milivojev - CORONA

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Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev CORONA   A bloodthirsty old woman you see, a cockroach from Satan’s “Crisis Committee”, For long she pillaged, children she snatched and slayed their blood she drank and ate, to rejuvenate. She flayed their skin, affixed in place on her own face, Corona was her name, The old hag was insane. When her evil deeds were told, the airplanes soared, in aim to kill us all. On Earth they made the poisons fall. They had us all locked down, with muzzles restrained, padlocks and chains, ankle bracelets for home detention, false tests on prescription, deceived and plundered, blamed for infection, medications proscribed, fresh air they denied, On our freedom they put boundaries, halfwits, scoundrels. And when they “eased up” on their “measures”, the camps were full over the rim, large - scale butchering, looted livers and kidneys, burning the living victims, “to prevent the spread of infection” evidence concealed for our own protection. She had wor...

Saša Milivojev - THE PUNISHMENT (On the consequences of biological warfare)

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Sasha Milivoyev, Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THE PUNISHMENT (On the consequences of biological warfare and experimentation on humans. Disturbing images in verse)     What is the world breathing in? We are perishing, Dirty rains are falling, Poisons and genes, Rodents and savages, The tailed and the horned. These are not the bacteria nor the viruses nor the “Conspiracy Theories”, But Satan’s blood thirsty savages, Monstrosities from the laboratories. With a head of the child and a body of a snake He is mourned by his mother, He doesn’t even resemble the old man - the horned goat - his father. Millions of ex-people witlessly meandering the planet, on all fours! Invertedly. At times someone even flies, reversedly. Jumping locusts, We’re becoming crickets, Rodents and cripples, Vaccinated monkeys, hair-covered in the scorched rainforests. Babies are no longer crying, Only frogs can be heard croaking! How wicked have we become, We are the monstrosities, In the fires of Hell on ro...