CATEGORY NEWS FROM DIASPORA / DAY 30/10/2012 /Boy yellow house
"Live people were wrapped in barbed wire and thrown down the hills".
This is one of the mildest memories of the main character of the book “boy in the yellow house” , whose author, Sasha Milivojev, gathered into one, no-no picture - a fragment of the monstrous crimes committed by Albanian terrorists in Kosovo before and after the NATO aggression against Yugoslavia.
The main character is 12 -year-old Serb of Russian origin who was in broad daylight kidnapped and almost became a victim of organ trafficking in the infamous yellow house in northern Albania, where at least 300 people are killed, mostly Serbs. Many reputable sources claim that their organs were sold abroad, allowing the top of the KLA to be incredibly rich.
In an interview with Voice of Russia writer, publicist Sasha Milivojev explained how he got the idea for this book.
The first and main question - what is the basis of your book, that is, in what way did you come in contact and find out about the terrible experiences of the twelve year old ?
As an author I`m emerging to you in a moment that even transcends the phenomenon of journalistic relevance. The boy from the Yellow House is the most shocking novel ever published in the world and will become an enigma for the tribunal in The Hague. The role of the narrator in the novel, the boy witness tells the stories of the Kosovo war, the horrible crimes of the notorious KLA towards kidnapped victims, of their vital organs trade and human trafficking , the persecution , rape , ethnic cleansing, concentration camps and secret prisons, about genocide and secret graves, in the hope that a novel might effect on the global community to act to investigate yellow house and the investigation of the high ranking organized crime, when the warmongering violated the rules of war.
Reading the list of missing and kidnapped persons in Kosovo in 1999. The list that was published on the website of the Ministry for Kosovo and Metohija and the website of the Ministry of Police, I have come to information about the horrible and the miserable fate of the victims. The list is 1,128 persons. Among them were women and children, and priests. All lost without a trace ... material for a novel I've gathered talking to witnesses and the families of missing and kidnapped, talking with members of the VJ (Jugo Army) and police who fought the notorious terrorist groups of KLA. I read indictments of The Prosecutor's Office for War Crimes, interpreted and compared them with the accounts of witnesses, I talked with Albanians and occupiers and came to a gruesome story about missing and abducted civilians.
To what extent are the facts in the novel “The Boy in the Yellow House” pure fiction, and how much truth there?
A novelist always has the right to fiction, but fiction for a novel such as this was not even necessary, real life stories were enough, the reality is so horrible . And I could picture everything as in a movie. In addition to interviews with witnesses I have also used police reports about terrorist attacks on the territory of Kosovo in 1998 and in 1999. I did not invent the Kosovo war, NATO bombers and Black Eagles threw bombs at me for the fictional case "Racak", where Serbs allegedly massacred Albanians, so by interpreting events in the Kosovo war, I managed to locate a grave. The police and prosecution have information about a hijacked bus in 1998. In which the miners were from kopa " Belaćevac ." According to witnesses the victims were thrown into the well in Kaljaji.
In the preface, which is dedicated to Carla Del Ponte, you express your concern that the international community might "sweep under the rug" Black market organ trafficking problems of the Balkans. In your opinion, why might they do that?
Due to the fact that almost all the world took part in the Kosovo war and the bombing of Serbia and Kosovo, even units from the Philippines. NATO bombed the Serbs and by that also gave support to Albanians to expel and kill our people, and in our province create a state of crime and lawlessness, stealing wealth from mining and vital organs of kidnapped civilians. However, neither the Albanians nor Serbs will ever get rid of the occupiers if they do not cooperate. And when someone wants the problems of the Balkans organ trafficking "under the carpet" that means this “someone” is protecting himself or someone from the global court and international embarrassment.
On the Internet, they write that you are the first Serbian Journalist putting this issue in front of all your work. How did it come about? How did you decide to deal with this issue?
On the Internet, they write all sorts of things, but I have many ties to Kosovo. My mother is from Kosovo, was born in Pristina, grew up in Obilic ... On the other hand, we have thousands of innocent victims who are struggling for justice, only in this war. Agitated by the faith of missing and kidnapped persons, I started writing a novel, confessions of a boy from the Yellow House. The boy from the Yellow House appeared to show the world that we are not "the most genocidal nation in the world." So, inspired by Carla Del Ponte, I learned of the tragic fate of the victims and it was stronger than me.
What role in the international investigation of organ trafficking may the Serbian prosecution play?
Prosecution of the Republic of Serbia has to reveal to the public the discovery of the secret graves, as they have reported statements of protected witness, member of the KLA, " I took out the Serb heart and it was still beating ." This sentence has shaken people across the globe. The victim is a nineteen year old boy. By the revealing of the tombs, Serbian prosecution will prove genocide against the Serbs and that the “Country” Kosovo is a Genocidal creation and not the Republic Srpska .
An excerpt from the book The Boy in the Yellow House ( ... )
We went towards the door where sharp penetrating rays of light were visible through the edges. There was smell of chlorine, peculiar smell, the smell of hospital , the smell of drugs ... The door opened and a bright light blinded us from surgery. I saw the doctors and the man on the table from whom they with some large and thick needles pulled out something from the body. I was little and I was scared and I had no idea what was going on. They probably pulled the bone marrow, as it can be transplanted. I did not see the face of the victim. I didn’t feel good. I just saw that the victim was placed in a fetus position, with clenched knees and bent spine. That's why I suspect the bone marrow. This was done by professionals.
"We have to wait until they are done," said the bald one. He didn’t give a crap that I was crying. He could have let me go if he wanted to.
"I 'm scared! I'm afraid. Are you going to kill me? Do not kill me! Do not" - I begged in tears.
"Shut up!" – I went silent when I felt the cold gun on the side of my head. My legs were shaking. We sat in a corner and waited for them to finish. Doctors were not wearing those classic hospital gowns. They only had rubber gloves and rubber aprons tied around the waist, all in the hospital color light green. I remember the floor getting filled by my tears, surrounded by scattered needles and empty plastic bottles, as well as shorts, soaked in blood. Operation table was huge. ( ... )
It was not a modern operating room, there were only the most necessary things, instruments and devices. The victim which probably had his bone marrow taken out, got butchered, thrown on the trolley, and brought out of the room. They brought a half-dead man I've seen in a prison cell before when passing down the hall. He was all yellow, with wounds as a corps, just ranting. They gave him some anesthesia. They were hurrying so, they put a mask on their face, prepared the instruments. The victim was hooked up on some machine, probably device for fluid suction. I started to get dizzy and see them in the fog. They came two more, then three ...( ... )
I've waited long time, shivering. I saw how the long-nose packed some organ. I was exhausted , a cold sweat broke out...
Im haunted by horrible images. I have severe trauma . I watched as they cut a body with a saw. When a victim was wrapped in a sheet , and so with that sheet in a thick plastic , “the mustache” opened the door and whistled. Several young men come and takes out the dismembered corpse. I was scared that I was the next to be laid on the table, but I kept silent fearing the bald one, he held a gun to me.
Some women came and began to clean the table, they sprayed with some chemicals. One doctor was of medium height, middle-aged and fat. He had flushed cheeks, thick black eyebrows and mustache, and looked terrible. The other was taller, thinner, pale -faced , with a huge nose. They talked with the bald one. There were medical siblings. I have the impression that they were in that damn house maybe fifty , who worked on the theft of human organs. I remember one black and one bearded , the Mujahideen. Who knows what all the distant countries did these volunteers come from. They ran , coming in and going out, alternating with each other ...... They analyzed the results of blood ...... Although I did not know what it is, I'm sure they mentioned components of blood such as bilirubin, hemoglobin, transaminases and the like. They were talking about something. The mustasch approached me and pulled his finger under my eye . He checked the whites, " Verdhëz " "You have jaundice , you motherfucker ! I will burn you alive if you infected me! "- The bald one yelled , pointing his gun at me.
"Do not ! Please do not . Do not kill me. "
He punched me in the head, broke my nose, pulling my ears! The big nose grabbed him by the arm and started to defend me: " Take him to the hospital. Let him cure, and then bring him back, "I tried to understand what they were saying . We lived together and learn languages from each other.
Now that my body functions were weakened due to acute hepatitis and jaundice, they wanted me to heal first, and then extract my organes. That’s when I left the damn house, with a bandage on the nose, carrying with me the fear of death. I am released of some fear only after nine years and then started to talk about it . But it still hurts , really . They say, " Time heals all . " - Time heals nothing . Time destroys. Time is bloody. I am now in ruins, covered in dust of horror
Source : Voice of Russia
(Translation from Serbian to English: Den Galna Serben)
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