He settled in Kraljevo. Every once in a while he phones. One day, just to tease him, they tell him that KFOR will soon enter Serbia and that he should look out. I've been thinking that perhaps the only salvation for me is Greece. They have had enough of that, they say, but they will not surrender their arms.
Every single house has at least one rifle.
A well hidden rifle. I heard from the priest that the vermin knocked over the tombstones. Then the same finger points at a building several hundred meters from the railway bridge, in which there is an enormous black hole on the fifth floor instead of an apartment. One of ours, a Serb. As soon as the shooting started, he doused everything in gasoline, lit a match and floated off toward Smederevo.