G.T., a 28-year-old housewife
from the Serbian village of Blagaj near Kupres [Bosnia - Herzegovina],
spent more than five months in a brothel at Livno and the "Ciglane" area
She is five months pregnant
and wishes to abort the unwanted foetus at any expense. She is the mother
of two girls: one is 11 and the other is 7 years old. Fortunately, she
sent both daughters to her brother's in Belgrade. She was reluctant to
leave without her husband, who was among the first in their village to
join the JNA [Yugoslav Federal Army] units.
At the beginning of April,
early in the morning, her school friend from Kupres, Mensur Zujkic [a Muslim],
appeared at the door followed by a group of armed men.
That April morning, Mensur
Zujkic grabbed her like a wild beast, abused her, pulled her out of the
house and without any explanation took her to Livno. From
that morning she was in hell.
In a large, luxuriously equipped
house at Livno, every morning G. had to serve as a source of pleasure to
her schoolmate, thus paying the price of her seemingly happy youth.
There were other women in
that house too, said G. Younger and older ones. Ranging from 18 to 40.
All of them were Serbian women, except one who was Ruthenian. When they
brought me there, it seemed that they were already used to their misfortune
and despair. None of them would even scream or cry. They accepted the soldiers
bluntly, as if it were happening to someone else. I saw them rarely, but
once, when I got permission to go outside to feel the sun, one of the women
seriously scorned me: "Why are you complaining, necessity is a must when
the devil drives. Your screams disturb us and those beasts as well, and
then they abuse us longer. It then takes them longer. Persevere, be silent.
God help us, they'll let us go." I feel like dying,
when the doorknob turns. Lying on that bed I pray for death. It seemed
to me that the attic was falling on top of us, as if it were cracking with
my children and my husband peeping through and watching those shameful
and obscene acts.
G. had to belong only to Mensur
Zujkic. When he left Livno and went to Sarajevo in late June, he took her
along. As the front moved, Zujkic dragged her as well all over Sarajevo,
and finally put her to a brothel in the "Ciglane" area, where again she
was only his property.
"Ciglane" is a dreadful place,
G. remembers. Very young girls are there too. I could drop dead immediately
from what I saw. Young girls stretched out with 7
to 8 Muslims taking their returns on them. I thought of my younger
daughter. These girls were not older than 10 or 12...
"Ciglane" had good security, so no one was allowed to made a sound.
The days which G. spent in
the "Ciglane" area, where Alija's main military headquarters
for the defence of Sarajevo are situated, seemed to have lasted
forever. Drunk Croat and Muslim warriors and some "mercenaries" were coming
in and out, firing on and off. They shouted: "We
are making Serbian women bastards!" Like the one I now want to get
rid of. I have to, G. said nervously.
God forgive me, this must
have about five months, as if she were talking about cancer. If only someone
would remove it... If not, I'll get rid of it myself. I'm not even sure
that "it" would be normal. considering everything I went through. I'm no
longer normal either. Let only my and my husband's children be living and
healthy, whatever may happen to me.