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|June 20, 1992||Number 2|
My friends, this is serious. As I am writing these lines, 300,000 people in
Sarajevo are dying and my home town, the ancient city of Dubrovnik is again
The people of Sarajevo are stuck like rats in their basements; dirty, hungry, and cold, facing unforgiving bazookas, heavy mortars, multiple rocket launchers; the merciless killing machine of Serbian aggression. A few miles away, a tiny mission of UN observers, is desperately trying to gain control of that precious track of land called the Sarajevo Airport in order to secure help.
I dedicate this issue exclusively to the Sarajevo tragedy. In the next issue I will resume the regular layout.
To help you understand their situation I am including a map of the Sarajevo region. Note that Sarajevo is fully surrounded by hills (some of them quite high). That is where the enemy's heavy artillery is located thus projecting a strong grip of control over the city. Citizens are trapped in their own city. Just like in the times of the medieval sieges, the people of Sarajevo are facing tragic death by starvation or annihilation.
Sunday: The suspense of the cease-fire expectations in Sarajevo at midnight...
Will it hold? Will the UN be able to secure the airport so that the people can
get much needed help with food and medicine.
Monday: First reports are favorable. With minor problems the cease-fire went into effect. Some shelling reported in the afternoon.
Last night Serb forces concentrated their attack on the old town and on the core of the city, the Bascarsija. Heavy fighting was also reported in Hrasnica, Butmir and Sokolovic. Four people were killed and twenty were wounded. There are also reports of Serbian tanks moving towards the airport.......
Tuesday: Cease-fire still holding, barely. The latest UN sponsored cease- fire has crumbled as Serb forces continued to pound the city center, Stari Grad (Old Town), Dobrinja, and the Airport.......
Wednesday: The Sarajevo quarters of Novi Grad and Kobilja Glava came under fierce artillery attacks yesterday. Serbian irregulars on the Trebevic moun- tain range opened anti-aircraft fire on Stari Grad. One person was wounded from sniper fire in Novo Sarajevo.......
Thursday: Croatian Radio reports civilians being taken prisoners from the Do- brinja and the Airport districts.
Artillery attacks by Serb forces subsided after midnight. There were at- tacks on the Stari Grad section and on the center. In the Dobrinja district two people were killed and many wounded from shelling. UNPROFOR Commander in Sarajevo, General Lewis MacKenzie, is still being detained at Lukavica military base. The Croatian Radio correspondent in Sarajevo maintains that General Lewis MacKenzie and other UNPROFOR soldiers are being held to assure that the Lukavica military base is not attacked by local defense forces.
The Health Minister of the self-proclaimed Serb Republic of Bosnia & Herzegovina told reporters that peace in Sarajevo depends on the division of the city along with the division of the rest of the republic. He stated it was impossible for Muslims and Serbs to live together. He emphasized the division of Sarajevo and Bosnia was in the interest of peace not territorial conquest???......
Friday: I just got off the phone with Mira (my friend in Dobrinja). She says that the Serb bandits have entered the Airport suburb. Some people escaped to Dobrinja which is just 1/4 mile away, some were taken away, some died. She fears they are next.
Croatian Radio: The result of Serbian aggression in Bosnia-Herzegovina so far:
CNN: Airport could open by Sunday?
CNN: Airport could open by Sunday?
The Night The City's Children Sang
Zlatko Dizdarevic, "Slobodna Dalmacija"
translated by D. K.
f anyone heard us last night, the whole night, in a place which used to be a
coffee pub, in the midst of the Sarajevo darkness and almost impossible silence,
they would say that we were either mad or the enemy. We sang the songs from our
youth, songs of Sarajevo and songs of love, remembering freedom and talking
about it. A gang of those who really are Sarajevo's rayah
(1), of those who were
the sons and daughters of Sarajevo and those who made this city what it will
forever remain, met in that improbable place at the very dusk: Ugljesa Uzelac,
the man who was everything in Sarajevo, the mayor, the first man of the Olympic
committee, president of "Bosna"
(2), a functionary and a real gentleman; a town
"moton" Mirza Delibasic
(3), a legend of the truly sports oriented Sarajevo;
Davorin Popovic, the singer of our youth, a personification of the city's rayah,
creator of "Zlatne Dunje", "Ti si u svemu naj, naj...;" Goran Milic
(4), the greatest out-of-town Sarajlija
(5), today one of the most famous owners of the city
"communes" in which domestic and foreign correspondents, politicians, actors,
city defenders, local people are eating, sleeping, and creating a new Sarajevo;
Kemal Monteno, whose songs were and remain a source from which the love for this
city is nurtured; Kemal Kursahic and Salko Hasanefendic, people who in this
occupied city, even in its occupied underground still make newspapers for
Sarajlije, and then fax them to tens of other occupied cities in B-H where they
are read in the windows of barber shops, bookstores or bakeries; Zdravko Grebo,
a man who, in addition to everything he did so far, moved into every Sarajlija's
night life by DJ-ing "Radio 99", a program simply incredibly courageous, honest
and filled to the bone with intelligence and patriotism with no unnecessary
hen here was this fellow who got a daughter the night before and we all now plot how we should bring her to the city from the hospital, where to find food for her, if only for the beginning. Afterwards, we are sure, everything is going to be OK. Then Topa came, a specialist, who laughingly recited anecdotes with a photo reporter whose boss from Belgrade still does not believe that the "green berets" (6) did not slaughter him as soon as he showed up here. Here was also John Barns from the New York Times who smuggled a bottle of whiskey here and who stubbornly maintains that Sarajevo is "the most beautiful thing that happened to him in his life," and who after all says: "Here, people defeated their genes, and I have to end my life right here ... "
n this room, in this darkness, disturbed only by Kemal Monteno's and Davorin Popovic's guitar, our new future was being literally created. The women's basketball national team for Barcelona was being put together. All the young women, even those out of the country, confirmed their participation. Maybe that will be a team for medals. Some men's teams are coming together too. A proclamation was written, claiming how rayah wants to remain rayah and against the papaks (7) who have always been papaks and remain that way. Ugljesa took it upon himself to, together with "Oslobodjenje" (8), collect signatures for that which will become a proclamation of the free city. Kemo, Davor and Milan Stupar, using Goran's lyrics, composed a song for the "city rayah" with the message for "Radovan (9) from Pale (10), Sarajevo is not your stable." (11) We agreed who will secure, with the first plane which arrives to Sarajevo, the satellite equipment so that we can tell the world what is going on here. It is clear that those planes will take with them people of Sarajevo, who will, by their name and prestige, reach the hearts and minds of those who are honest and powerful. Beber, Safet Zec, Delibasic, Grebo, Milic ... all will go. But not all at once, we are still fighting battles here and need them.
t is not manly and fighter-like, but it is not a shame to admit — there were tears present. It is not possible to conceal so much charge and emotions into human souls, and not ever have any outlet. But nobody spoke this morning of this little weakness, powerfully pushed by the strings of the guitar. This morning these men of Sarajevo again were wherever there was a need to tighten up some small screw in this huge mechanism made of love for Sarajevo.
ooking, before the dawn, at Kemal, Davorin, and Ugljesa, hugging each other and singing, Goran Milic sort of complained: "They did it again, prepared this ugly, touchy scenario with which they have been after me for months ... How can I now explain to anyone that I saw a Muslim, a Croat, and a Serb, singing together. Nobody will believe me."
he worst is — he is right. Even those three hugging men don't believe it for a very simple reason — they were not that this night, whatever it is called. They were the children of the city which "defeated its own genes," as John Barns would say.
(1) A term of Turkish origin denoting common people