I have lived three uniquely separate lives in three uniquely different, oceans apart worlds. In my first two lives I lost everything that I had and had worked for. I lost my family in both. I raised children - they were taken away by the Collective. Both of the first two lives ended the same way: Forced exile with just a suitcase in my hand. And that's how I was writing this book - out of a suitcase in an exotic country. Future unknown. Had anybody told me before that I would one Christmas Day listen to Muslim call to prayer by a mosque instead of carols by a Christmas tree, I certainly would have ridiculed that person. Yet, it was exactly what happened as I wrote this book. I never thought before that I could end up this way. A progressive collective ended all my Christmas holidays in 2007. Since then I have never had a Christmas tree or a Christmas dinner again... Neither have I had Easter holiday, Thanksgiving turkey, Family Day or any other holiday celebration. No birthday or Father's Day either. Somebody else is running my kids' birthdays now and I have never been invited. Instead, all of that have been replaced for me with countless nights of nightmares. My crime was my penis. This book describes my first thirteen years of the journey to where I am now. The final years of it will come in the second part of the Drone series entitled "The Replaced Side of the Story of the Great Replacement." The series is about the effect of empowered by today's social progress women on my and my children's lives, and the ultimate high price which we paid for my immigration to Canada.