Qamile, smiling broadly just seconds ago, sticks her head through a broken bedroom window and breaks into great, wracking sobs. The place looks like a trash dump. Looters have ripped all the clothing, shoes and linens out of the closets and dumped them ankle-deep on the floor. There's a deep slit in the living room sofa where someone hoped to find money or jewels. Drawers have been ransacked, furniture overturned, pots and pans thrown around the kitchen.
Serb graffiti mars the white-washed walls of the living room.
Looters ripped all clothing, shoes and linens out of the closets and dumped them on the floor. Drawers were ransacked, furniture overturned, pots and pans thrown around the kitchen. She is in a near-hysterical rage, flinging pillows and slamming a suitcase against the wall. Then she sinks to her knees and buries her face in her hands. She gags and almost vomits.