Srebrenica:
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Bosnian Serbs began a campaign of
ethnic cleansing, killing thousands of Bosnian Muslims and
other ethnic groups. One of the worst atrocities of the war
occurred at
Srebrenica. |
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Srebrenica, protected by U.N. troops, was
supposed to be a safe zone for refugees of the Bosnian War.
When Serbian troops reached Srebrenica in July 1995, U.N.
Peacekeepers handed over thousands of Muslims to the Serbs,
hoping to avoid conflict. Instead, many were murdered. An
estimated 7,039 people died at Srebrenica in July.
Srebrenica was a turning point in the conflict because it
caused the West to take notice and begin to draft a
compromise to end the conflict. |
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"The world betrayed Srebrenica" - Alija Izetbegovic |
Source: stoessel.ch
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“13 July 1995: The first
killings of unarmed Muslims took place in a warehouse in the
nearby village of Kravica.
Peacekeepers handed over about 5,000 Muslims who had been sheltering at the Dutch base at Potocari. In return, the Bosnian Serbs released 14 Dutch peacekeepers who had been held at the Nova Kasaba base.
16 July 1995:
Early reports of massacres emerged as the first survivors of the
long march from Srebrenica began to arrive in Muslim-held
territory.
In the five days after Bosnian
Serb forces overran Srebrenica, more than 7,000 Muslim men are
thought to have been killed ".
www.bbc.co.uk |
Source: The Breakup of Yugoslavia, Rady
“In my dreams, I walk among the
Ruins
Of the old part of town
Looking for a bit of a stale bread.
My mother and I inhale the fumes of
Gunpowder.
I imagine it to be the smell of pies, Cakes, and kebab. A
shot rings out from a nearby hill. We hurry. Thought it’s
only nine o’clock, we Might be hurrying Toward a grenade
marked ‘ours.’ An explosion rings out in the street of
dignity. Many people are wounded-
Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers. I reach out to touch a
trembling,
injured
hand. I touch death itself. Terrified, I realize this is not
a
Dream.
It is just another day in Sarajevo.”
Edina, 12, from Sarajevo, book: I dream peace
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“In my dreams, I walk among the
Ruins
Of the old part of town
Looking for a bit of a stale bread.
My mother and I inhale the fumes of
Gunpowder.
I imagine it to be the smell of pies, Cakes, and kebab. A
shot rings out from a nearby hill. We hurry. Thought it’s
only nine o’clock, we Might be hurrying Toward a grenade
marked ‘ours.’ An explosion rings out in the street of
dignity. Many people are wounded-
Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers. I reach out to touch a
trembling,
injured
hand. I touch death itself. Terrified, I realize this is not
a
Dream.
It is just another day in Sarajevo.”
Edina, 12, from Sarajevo, book: I dream peace |
Source: The Breakup of Yugoslavia, Rady
Source: zamislisrbiju.org
