July 11
Hasan Nuhanovic July 9, 2010
On the occasion of the European day of remembrance of victims of the Srebrenica genocide, we publish the story of Hasan Nuhanovic, interpreter of the United Nations survived the massacres of July 1995
This article was originally published on the Bosnian weekly Dani June 18, 2010
1.
Today I have identified my brother due to his sneakers. This fall I was told by my mother. They found, or rather what was left of her, in a stream in the village of Jarovlje, two kilometers from Vlasenica. The Serbs who live there have continued for 14 years to throw the dirt on her. She was not alone. It killed six others in the same place. He had been on fire.
I said, I hope they have burned dead.
This fall also went to court to see Predrag Bastah Car.
A Vlasenica a Serb, who gave him 100 German marks, told me that car, after being sprayed with gasoline, set fire to him. There was much to see in the classroom where the trial because they were in 1992 slaying people, was a dried-up human waste.
had probably been waiting all my life to be somebody. And the opportunity presented itself in '92. Then, until the fall of Srebrenica, there were no longer around to cut the throats of Muslims. He had to wait more than two years old when my mother finally carp and some others. Another Serb, who reached over 300 German marks, he told me that his master is currently working here in Sarajevo.
This year I'm prepared to bury my mother next to my father. He identified him four years ago, 11 years from execution. They said they had found just over half of his bones. The skull crushed on the back. The doctor was not able to tell me if I shattered after the death. He was in the secondary mass grave Cancari 5, Zvornicka Kamenica. There are 13 graves with bodies that the Chetniks, the primary mass grave near Pilica in Branjevo farm, just before the Dayton agreement, massed with bulldozers, loaded onto trucks and carried some forty miles away to risseppellire. In all, about 1,500 bodies. Or so say those of the Court. I read the statement of one of the Executioner: "I could no longer pull the trigger, the index had informicolato from what I shot. I went on to kill them for hours." He said that someone had promised them five marks for every Muslim killed that day. He said he also forced the drivers to come down and kill a few Muslims, in order to ensure their silence. Capito, poor drivers!
Poor also Erdemović, who declared that he had to kill to avoid being killed in turn. All found themselves forced to do so behind the order explicit Mladic, the only culprit. Just announce the capture by Serbian hero: "I assume I am entirely responsible for all Serbs and all the Serbian people. The fault is mine alone, I tried all the others leave them free." Only then will we Muslims, Serbs and all others we will be happy. There leveremo pants and embrace us. We do not need no foreign mediation.
last year prepared the tablets of stone, beautiful, white. All the same, perfectly aligned. Close to my father two empty seats. For three years expected to put near my mother's and his son Muhamed.
They said they have identified my mother. I prepared to bury her next to her husband on July 11, 2010. Then the phone call ... They say: "The DNA matches but we are not completely safe." They said to go to Tuzla. So today I went.
2.
In the spring of '95 I bought my brother the new sneakers, Adidas, one who lived abroad. He had brought back from Belgrade to Srebrenica from vacation. He had not taken even two months old when it happened. I had also bought a pair of Levi's 501 jeans. He had on him. I remember exactly what mesh size and which shirt he wore.
The doctor showed me the pictures of today clothes. There is not much - he said - but we have the shoes. He put the photo on the table and saw the shoes, the Adidas of my brother, as if he had just taken. They were not even untied.
Then the doctor brought a bag and dumped in front of me on board all that was left of my brother's personal effects, things found on her remains. After 15 years of waiting, took his shoes in his hand. They found a belt with large metal buckle and the rest of the jeans. They also had both socks. I tried the well-known label Levi's, plus a clue to help us confirm your identity. I picked up the remains of his jeans. The metal buttons. The Interior pockets. The parties to the Cotton had crumbled. There were no more. Were only the synthetic parts. Different labeling only slightly dirty, full hanging, tangled wires and the remains. Looking for the mark of Levi's read: Made in Portugal.
All day I had before my eyes the written one. I believe that I have in front of a lifetime. Maybe I'll start to hate everything that is Made in Portugal, how I hate the Dutch beer Heineken that the soldiers drank in the base of Potocari, not even an hour after it had expelled all the Muslims - straight into the hands of the Chetniks. Or maybe I'll start to love everything that bears the marking "Made in Portugal, because I remember all my life my brother killed.
3.
That time, at Potocari, came up to me a young Dutch soldier, he offered me a case of beer and Marlboro. I shook my head. He simply raised his shoulders and walked away.
But I, like many others, I continued to pray to God for 15 years to get me the grace to discover, once the truth would come to light which had not suffered so much, that they were not tortured deaths.
am 15 years old who have died. Children born that year. Now they have 15 years; Some even celebrate their July 11, their fifteenth birthday.
I will never and in no way anything that could jeopardize the future of these children. Do not even think about it, even trust in God that this should not happen again to anyone. Just remember, friends, that is not amnesty. For Executioner there should be no amnesty.
4.
As has happened many times already, even the journalists asked me yesterday what would be my message for future generations. I had told him that after Dayton passed through eastern Bosnia in the car looking for traces of people Missing, murdered. I knew next to Konjević Polje, Nova Kasaba, Glogova on the road to Srebrenica, there are mass graves, which the meadows are full. Even when I crossed this area in the days when everything flourished, blossomed when everything, I was not able to see that beauty. I saw only was hiding those fields. Under the flowers lay our fathers, brothers, sons. Their bones. Traveling through places inhabited by Serbs, I watched from the window and think, which of them is a murderess? Who is a murderess?
For years I thought, I saw nothing. For years. Then one day, I had heard on the lawn to hide a mass grave, I saw play a child. He must have had 5, 6 years. The age of my daughter. I knew that the Serbs lived there. She ran across the lawn. Look pervades a mixture of emotions: sadness, pain, hatred.
Then a thought crossed my mind: what crime did this child? She did not even guess what is behind the lawn, what lies beneath the flowers. I felt so sorry for that poor little girl like my daughter. They could play together on the grass - I thought. I wished that little girl and my daughter never have to experience what we experienced ourselves. Never. They deserve a better future. I said this to journalists in Belgrade.
Dr. Kesetović confirmed to me finally it will be ready for the July 11 the remains of my brother for Dženaza, the Muslim funeral. As if the last time my brother decided to be buried along with my mother, near my father who was waiting for them to Potocari. So finally my father, murdered in Pilica, exhumed in Kamenica, my brother killed in propylene, exhumed in Kamenica, and my mother who was murdered in Vlasenica, exhumed from the stream under the garbage, will rest side by side in Potocari.
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