Now, she helps Mr. Adiqi run the camp for 800 Gypsies at Plementina, a half-hour drive north of Pristina. But her troubles are not over. She has not seen her mother and three younger brothers since they left Pristina at the start of the war, headed for Macedonia. Her soft, brown eyes fill with tears when she thinks of what might have happened to them. Things in the Plementina camp are safer than in most Gypsy enclaves.
Physical conditions are relatively good.
New barracks-like buildings with concrete floors and steel frames are springing up, built with the help of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees. But none of the 800 residents is bold enough to venture outside, even to walk down the road for groceries. Refugee groups bring in all their supplies. Who knows when we will ever go home.