Learned people say that sometimes in the blink of an eye, the whole eternity is contained, or that one human life lasts as long as the touch of palm on palm. Likewise, just a dream in one night can be like living a whole human life. If by some chance in the early nineties I dreamed all these years, the way they happened without human order and manners in this area and beyond, until the end of that decade and further to these days, at the time of awakening, everyone reasonable, including me , I would worry about my health. However, wishing that all this was not reality and that I still remained in the world of dreams, unfortunately, I convinced myself, I will admit, it was not a dream but a terrible reality, an ugly reality and a long disastrous decade that left indelible traces on people, on destinies , on faith, on morality, on time and, if you like, on the ground we walk on.
The ninety-second year of the last century: the deportation of not one, not two, not ten, but no less than eighty people of the Islamic faith, and of the Bosniak nation. The order came from a then unrecognized state and army, here to this state, which, as he says, was not at war and heads went because of religion and nation. No, neither the government of that time nor the government ministry through whose hands the dispatches and news about the dynamics of the crime passed, and I would say that neither can many today, who, giving themselves the epithets of peacemakers, have been at the table all these decades. Face and responsibility cannot be washed away, neither money can be given in the name of forgiveness nor quasi-confessions given by those who shamefully side with evil. In the peace of their innocent souls, the victims live as if they left it to the mercy of the courts of this time, who, like some long night, ask the courts from the graves and from the execution ground and live as if there is no dawn yet. I confidently say that evil does not deserve forgiveness, but also that crimes will not become obsolete. But that's why, as a bitter deed of this time that won't or doesn't know how to face its past through judicial and human justice, crimes and criminals will remain to be judged by a new time, maybe the time of our descendants and the time of some other justice and fairness, regardless that criminals may not biologically then walk in this worldly pattern.
Ninety-third year of the last century: Shtrpci and the killing of innocents whose bones are still being sought. Conceived in the cabinet of Ćosić, according to the invention of Garašanin, carried out in Štrpci as part of the project: kill one third, baptize the other third, and the third will go with her head regardless. Perhaps due to someone's "mistake", only one was convicted and the others are not cared for, as they would, but not accidentally, say - for a Turkish cemetery.
Ninety-fourth year of the last century: Harun, Rasim and all those with them, arrested because they did not accept the idea of the Republic of Sandžak, which the security service of that time pushed to them as a motive and reason to bring the national SDA to its knees. Never convicted by law, never acquitted by a court decision, and people after people - who knows how many times, without their own head do not know anything else and cannot do otherwise. They say that a mortal man before his execution sees nothing but his executioner and so on to this day.
Ninety-ninth year of the last century: Kosovo burned, homes destroyed, people displaced, time stolen, freedom taken away, innocents killed. The war between David and Goliath threatens to destroy an entire nation. The human mind is out of control, military and paramilitary villains are killing at the doors of homes, raping and burning centuries-old hearths, entire families, tribes and regions are disappearing where there are no longer people alive. Macedonia, Albania, Montenegro are the only ways of salvation. Columns without beginning and end, the weather more winter, and human suffering unbelievable. Confused by disbelief and human suffering, those who come and those who are visited. Rožaje remembers the earlier times, he opens the gates of his homes - it is not the first time and you are like that to us - bujrum, we will share everything we have - we were brothers and the rest of us, and more than that. Labinot, a German woman and the victims with them, never reached Rožaj. The executioner reported to his command, fueled by genetic hatred, inspired and encouraged by innocent blood, even the world public: "in a fierce confrontation with KLA members, in the town of Kaluđerski laz, we liquidated six of them". Of course, they killed the old German woman and the child Labinot and all those who, for the sake of the last escape, calmly moved along the road through the village. Miraculously, probably to cover up the crime, their bodies were found in Novi Selo, Kosovo. There was silence for six years, and then my report, a lazy and defective investigation, the same accusation and a controversial trial, I am convinced and have already seen the outcome of the trial, which has been waiting for almost a decade and a half. With such a sequence and injustice instructed from the top, the trials for damages to the victims' families were blocked. Whether it is a form of war continued with new means and in this time, or whether these people are still judging by that time, cause-and-effect, is completely one and the same.
NATO aggression or NATO rescue, depending on who is talking about it. Both are right. For those who were led into war by the insane policy of the Balkan executioner and maniac, NATO is certainly aggression and a way to sober up. And for those to whom NATO returned their homes and brought freedom, without any doubt NATO is a salvation.
Here it is the fourteenth year of this century, and in a country that prides itself on justice and fairness and swears by the European way, there have been no verdicts or convictions, and there have been crimes and victims, as we are indisputable witnesses. Whether it is the intention to try to leave everything to oblivion, as was the case with those Gusinjsko-Plav years from the beginning of the last century, is not known for sure, but judging by everything in these areas, it seems that everything looks like it has already been seen.
For the new generations, our time is and can be a retold and written past or maybe an inspiration for creative creations, but without any doubt also a permanent bequest for memory. For us, whose memories are still fresh, and what we have experienced and survived has become a part of life without a clear and real answer, it is a kind of night that really lasts too long.
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