|Bill Schiller: Fearsome Muslim warlord eludes Bosnian Serb forces|
|Написао Bill Schiller Toronto Star|
|уторак, 18 јун 2013 17:27|
The Toronto Star
In Mladic's view, the powerfully built Muslim commander had made life too
Even though the Serbs had Srebrenica surrounded, Oric was still mounting
Oric, as blood-thirsty a warrior as ever crossed a battlefield, escaped
Oric is a fearsome man, and proud of it.
I met him in January, 1994, in his own home in Serb-surrounded Srebrenica.
On a cold and snowy night, I sat in his living room watching a shocking video
There were burning houses, dead bodies, severed heads, and people fleeing.
Oric grinned throughout, admiring his handiwork.
"We ambushed them," he said when a number of dead Serbs appeared on the screen.
The next sequence of dead bodies had been done in by explosives: "We launched
When footage of a bullet-marked ghost town appeared without any visible bodies,
Later there were celebrations, with singers with wobbly voices chanting his
These video reminiscences, apparently, were from what Muslims regard as Oric's
Lately, however, Oric increased his hit-and-run attacks at night. And in
The Serbs regard Oric, once Serb President Slobodan Milosevic's personal
But they don't want to send him to the international war crimes tribunal in The
The only songs they want sung of Nasir Oric are funeral dirges.
But that hasn't happened.
Srebrenica, surrounded by 3,000 armed Serbs as it was then, was a strange town.
People talked about what they used to do, or used to be. Or about what they
Sleeping beneath the sheltering sky near Tuzla as Srebrenica's surviving
I remember steep streets lined with snow and, everywhere, firewood.
Srebrenica, an old silver mining town, was built to hold 4,500 residents, but
It had the look and feel of an overcrowded, somewhat dilapidated, ski resort
But it was anything but.
Still, people were friendly. The face of an outsider, an unexplained newcomer,
There was, even then, some tension in the air about our Canadian peacekeepers
I got into Srebrenica by convincing Bosnian Serb leader Radovan Karadzic that
In the end, another journalist asked to come along. He had a vehicle, and I
But what we smelled there, besides the smoke of a thousand and one cooking
No one wanted to admit it was a hopeless situation. They wanted to believe that
They just didn't know what it was. And that not knowing ate away at them, just
At the very end of the only real street that led all the way down into the town
We don't use the word "glee" anymore. But that's what it was then. Glee on Main
A bit of laughter against the cold. A bit of glee in the face of inevitable