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- Apr. 12, 1993: Flight Of Terror
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Apr. 12, 1993 The Info Highway
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE BALKANS, Page 38
- Flight Of Terror
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- <p>Muslim refugees die in a stampede for places on a U.N. convoy
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- <p>By MICHAEL MONTGOMERY/TUZLA
- </p>
- <p> What passing bells for those who die as cattle? Or for
- those who escape the slaughterhouse. They arrived packed into
- open-topped trucks, the lucky ones crushed painfully against the
- cold steel sides yet able to gulp down the winter air as the
- convoy of refugees crawled its way from the front-line Bosnian
- Muslim town of Srebrenica to the relative safety of Tuzla. The
- unlucky ones--five small children and two women--died on the
- journey, their lives pressed out in the tight huddle of
- frightened humanity.
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- <p> "They were alive when we passed Edrinjaca," sobbed Hanifa
- Hajdarovic, whose two children, Senija, 5, and Senad, a babe in
- arms, did not survive the harrowing, eight-hour passage through
- Serb lines. "But there was a jolt. I was knocked down, and my
- children were both crushed. We thought we would be safe if we
- left Srebrenica."
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- <p> The United Nations rescue convoys were well meant. But
- twice last week as the trucks lined up in Srebrenica to take on
- board their pathetic cargo, survival instincts got the better
- of a panic-stricken populace. Desperate to escape the encircled
- city where 60,000 Muslims have been trapped by the Bosnian Serb
- offensive, they stormed the transports. At least four, probably
- more, died in the stampedes and harried U.N. officials, already
- accused of abetting the Serb aim of ethnic cleansing by
- evacuating Muslims, called off further convoys until new
- security measures could be put in place.
- </p>
- <p> Dazed refugees who arrived in Tuzla spoke of the hellish
- conditions of the journey, with as many as 180 people packed
- into trucks designed to carry sacks of food. Some admitted to
- bribing army commanders to get on; others fought for places,
- pushing aside those too weak to retaliate. A little boy who
- survived a fall from one of the trucks en route ran screaming
- alongside the roaring convoy until a Serb army major hoisted him
- back on board. "When you see the refugees you only have to
- imagine what it's like for the people inside," said Simon
- Mardel, a British doctor who has witnessed the hunger and
- disease of Srebrenica. "They are fighting for their lives to get
- out."
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- <p> Inside a Tuzla sports hall being used to house the
- evacuees, Merima Sinanovic, a small 20-year-old woman, sits
- quietly. Her soft blue eyes are set in a face etched with pain
- and grief. After Serb nationalists sacked her hometown of
- Vlasenica early in the war, killing her parents, she and her
- three young brothers roamed the forests in search of food and
- shelter. "We learned to survive from the old people who had
- lived through the Second World War," she explains. "They told
- us how to cook tree buds into a kind of bread. They were
- surprised by this war. They said the last war wasn't anything
- like this one. They said there was a lot more butchery in this
- one."
- </p>
- <p> When word came of a possible evacuation, Merima and her
- brothers trekked through the snow to Srebrenica. "We slept on
- the street around fires for five days," she says, showing her
- blackened palms as proof. They managed to procure some food aid
- parachuted out of U.S. airplanes by rushing to the drop sites
- with thousands of other hungry refugees. But that soon ran out.
- "For the past three days we didn't eat anything. It was like we
- were in the forests again except we were in a town, in front of
- U.N. soldiers."
- </p>
- <p> As the first U.N. trucks finally lumbered into Srebrenica,
- Merima and her brothers slept close by to assure themselves a
- spot. Now safe in Tuzla, Merima studied a sandwich and an orange
- that have been plopped into her soot-stained hands by an aid
- worker, not quite sure whether to admire them or eat them. Her
- brothers puzzle over jars of British baby food. "We haven't seen
- such things in almost a whole year--chocolate, oranges, real
- bread," says Merima. "We've been living in a different world.
- Before the war we wouldn't even think about bread. Now it's all
- we think about." She eats her orange. It is a blood orange, and
- the red juice stains her blackened hands.
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