Rich Westerners and Russians paid to get Sarajevo children killed. That’s not even the most monstrous thing that has been done to Bosnia

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By Andrej Nikolaidis, CdM columnist

Slovenian director Miran Zupanic made a film about how rich Westerners – and Russians – killed children in besieged Sarajevo from Serbian positions. It is written about by Al Jazeera, at whose documentary film festival “Sarajevo Safari” – that’s the name of Zupanic’s work – will soon be shown.

The investigation carried out by Zupanic showed that it was a well-organized… “business”. Psychopaths with money would come to Belgrade. From there – they often used helicopters; which to this day, obviously, from Sarajevo to Cetinje, have remained the favorite means of transportation of participants in the psychopathic/sociopathic actions of husbands – hard-workers on the creation of Greater Serbia, slash, Serbian World, slash, Open Balkans – accompanied and organized by members of the Army of the Serb Republic and the Army of Yugoslavia, to be transferred to the heights from which the Serbian army killed the people of Sarajevo – most often at Grbavica.

It was a win-win situation for both contracting parties. Psychopaths were given the chance to kill with impunity. Serbian soldiers were given the opportunity to have someone kill people they would certainly kill, and to make more money from it.

The maniacs were dressed in hunting gear and armed with snipers. Friendly hosts would provide them with decent, if not luxurious, accommodation. Then they would be taken to positions that were most suitable for killing Sarajevo people. The price was certainly not small, and an additional amount was paid if the craftsman managed to kill the child. Here, we are all the same, aren’t we: anything for children.

Zupanic failed to prove the connection of the “Sarajevo Safari” with the political structures in Pale and Belgrade – nor, as he says, was it a priority. Which, of course, does not mean that this connection did not exist. On the contrary.

If military helicopters were indeed used in the entire sick, criminal organization – and they probably were; if psychopaths were brought to military positions, and to the front lines – and they were; the chance that it could have been done without the knowledge or even the support of the military and “civilian” authorities is practically – zero.

Unfortunately… Even the monstrosity revealed by “Sarajevo Safari” does not convey anything new about the nature of the so-called war in Bosnia. I say the so-called. Because it was not a war. It was a psychopathic mass military-political operation. It was financed with the money of the taxpayers of Serbia and Montenegro, therefore, your money. And it was possible thanks to the votes of the voters in Serbia and Montenegro.

The monstrosity of what Zupanic’s film reveals is breathtaking. It’s hard to live with the knowledge that this was happening. And what did we think was happening? The monstrosity of what was done to the Bosniaks in Bosnia, which was planned in detail in Belgrade salons and cabinets, makes the fact that rich psychopaths paid the Serbian army to kill Sarajevo children with impunity only a part of the mosaic of horrors, only a fragment of the satanic fresco that depicts the evil that fell upon people who, contrary to what Abazovic had the nerve to say, were killed precisely because, and only because, they were Bosniaks and Muslims.

No war was fought in Bosnia. There were no warring parties in Bosnia. A double aggression was carried out in Bosnia, the aim of which was to exterminate the Bosniaks in the territories that Serbia and Croatia intended to annex. Faced with what he and his army were expected to do, even Ratko Mladic said in amazement that it was unimaginable, that it was genocide. And yet he did it.

Yes: in Bosnia, rich people from America, Italy, Canada and Russia killed children and paid for it. Yes: in Bosnia, in cities that were supposed to be “ethnically cleansed”, elitiscide was carried out: extermination of the Bosniak elite, systematic and cold murders of Bosniak professors, engineers, priests, politicians… Yes: in Bosnia, as a political-war operation, mass and planned rapes of Bosniak women were carried out. Yes: in Bosnia, in Prijedor, Bosniaks, like Jews in the past, were imprisoned in concentration camps and were forced, if they dared to go out into the street, to wear not yellow, but white ribbons, and to mark their houses with white sheets. Yes: genocide was committed in Bosnia. Not one: but many.

It was not a war. It was rather an attempted extermination. Why, I ask, is all the aforementioned and finally an attempt to exterminate a nation, less psychopathic than what Zupanic’s film reveals? Because it was an organized, thoroughly planned and state-sponsored action? Or does that, put out into words, make it even more monstrous? Yes, it does.

And how, I ask you, did we get to the point where the actors and inheritors of that policy, through their Montenegrin servants, those butlers of evil, label me, who writes these lines, precisely because I write them, as a fascist and extremist, in a vain attempt to justify their service to evil? How, I ask you, did we get to the point where the mere mention of what is in question in this text is understood as a cog in the wheels of “Montenegrin reconciliation” and “politics of inclusiveness”, as “extremist radicalization of radicals” and “deepening of divisions”?

The question is rhetorical. We all know the answer. Because we made compromises with evil. And there are no small compromises: each one leads to ruin.

Finally, here is a short documentary prose that I wrote ten years ago, prompted by newspaper captions.


In the Banja Luka prison, we visited a sixty-five-year-old woman from Srebrenica.

The humanitarian organization we were accompanying tried in vain with the Serbian authorities to have the woman’s detention lifted.

The entire family of the detained woman was killed in Srebrenica. It took the Serbian forces two whole days to exterminate all the people she lived with in the two-story house that the soldiers burned on the third day. Her father was killed in front of the tavern where he drank Turkish coffee with Turkish delight every day at the same time – for the last thirty years, ever since he had retired.

On the day when the Serbian army entered Srebrenica, there was no one to serve him. The waiters were hiding in the forests and mountains. Grandpa refused to run away. He put on the suit he had worn when he buried his wife, walked through the deserted streets of Srebrenica, sat in front of his tavern and stared at the hills, wondering if they were big enough to hide all the people of his town.

The hills hid only the graves of those shot, beaten, strangled, slaughtered, cut to pieces. The woman from the Banja Luka prison spent years visiting the hills in vain to find the grave where her husband, brother and her two sons were buried.

One day she received a letter that said: I killed your family. If you want to know where they are buried, come to Banja Luka on Sunday.

Underneath the illegible signature, in a post script, the killer stated the time and the name of the tavern where the woman was supposed to wait for him.

It turned out that it was a popular Banja Luka restaurant, which the residents of that city liked to visit on Sundays, when whole families would come to have lunch there. The killer was punctual – he walked into the restaurant at the specified time, greeting the waiters and guests warmly. Let’s forget about emotions; this is business, he said when he sat down at the table where the woman from Srebrenica was drinking her Turkish coffee with Turkish delight. He repeated that he knew where her family was buried. He knew, because he not only killed them, but also buried them – that’s what he said.

For the service I offer, I ask for a symbolic 1,000, he added. The woman then cried. She broke the glass she was holding in her right hand, cutting herself badly on that occasion. She overturned the table, raised her hand, which was dripping with blood, staggered from table to table, exclaiming: Murderers! You have blood on your hands!

Fortunately, the police were nearby and with a quick intervention prevented the clearly insane woman from causing a major incident, the Banja Luka newspaper reported the next day.

When we asked the police why the woman was arrested and kept in prison in the first place, we were told that she was charged with disturbing public order and peace.

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