Nachricht Nummer : 207 Übertragungszeit : 3 min 53 sec Nachricht von : WAM@ZAMIR-ZG.ZER.sub.org Betrifft : Zagreb Diary 24 July, 1993 Erstellungsdatum : 05.08.1993 08:51:00 S+2 Realname: Wam Kat Zagreb Diary 24 July, 1993 Dobar dan, Although our volunteers in Pakrac have to stand up every day at 5.30 they decided not to stay in bed on their free day, but stand up half a hour later in order to catch the morning train in the direction of Zagreb and go to the refugee camp of the Danish Refugee Country (the best refugee camp in Croatia) in Kutina. And since Goran and I had an appointment with some people from ARK in Kutina at the same ridiculous early hour we were standing with 15 people in the early morning sun on the what used to be the station of Pakrac waiting for the train. In Kutina I decided to check our volunteers if they trust us blindly or not and told them that they should walk about 6 Km in the Eastern direction and ask there again for the way to the refugee camp, the camp they wanted to visit lays about 1 Km west of Kutina, but in principle it doesn't matter if you walk north, south, west or east within 25 Km you always will find a smaller or bigger refugee camp. Till my big surprise they indeed started to walk in the direction I showed and later I heard that they walk all the way to the next trainstation (about 5 Km) and asked it there and were send back to Kutina, maybe it was not such a good joke, but no body was really angry when we met again. In Kutina, Goran and I met with Vesna T., Aida, Vanja and a new girl who like to become co-leader of one of the future camps in Pakrac and had a nearly 3 hours long meeting in the sun near a local restaurant. Everybody seems to see the importance of the project by now and it willing to do his or her best to make something out of it. But the next month will be hard, in principle we are all tired and need a holiday, most have planned already some days off. So it wouldn't be easy to keep it going. Luckily for us there are three guys in the first camp who like to stay on and are good enough to lead the camp all by themselves. We talked a bit about the problem that we are still only work on the Croat side and that as things looks at the moment there wouldn't be much change that that will change soon, we need full safety guarantees for our volunteers before they can go to the "other side". Back in Pakrac around 2 o'clock we arrived in the building at the same moment as one of the local police trucks. Out of the police truck came Christian, a German who is working for Suncokret in order to make a monthly information newspaper. He came to Pakrac and ended up in the local pub Scorpia (which he knows from the diary), some of the plenty around local police guys were so friendly to give him a lift to the school and there he was surprised of what he found, like most people in Zagreb he couldn't imagine how it would look like. Behind the school I met my two reporters, they had slept outside, but the girl was in a pritty bad shape, on the way back from Scorpia (I went with some others before) she felt in the grenade hole behind the tank station, which is about 1,5 metre deep and during that fall she hurt herself quite badly. After that I gave him a special tour through the town, showing him the buildings which the volunteers already cleaned and the ones from which I think they should be cleaned soon. We also visit the left overs of the local hospital, but just when we wanted to enter the place we were send away by some people who said that they were in charge and that it was not allowed to be there. Since I never saw them before and knowing that the hospital is laying in no mans land and is therefor off limits for both the Serbian and Croatian part of the town I decided not to let it come to a discussion, since probably this guys were busy to found out if there was still any thing of there interests in the place, the car which was parked behind the hospital had a number plate, which obvious wasn't from this area. From the Hospital we nearly had time enough to get to the football match which was organised as good-bye party for the first group between the local football team of the Croatian side and the volunteers. During the first half it was clear that our volunteers hadn't any change against this guys, although they seem to be stronger than the UNPROFOR team (but those Canadians don't know much from football), so during the second half they mixed the teams to make the match some how interesting. After the football match a big big dinner followed, the town council had bought two little pigs for our volunteers and on the square in the middle from the basic school tables were prepared for our two groups of volunteers, the local members of the working brigades who worked together with our volunteers and the local town officials. Waiting for the dinner we look under the white paper on the table. And yes, indeed, if there would have been an air attack we just had to turn the table paper around since it was taken from a role of wrapping paper for CRO ARMY children chocolate, the famous chocolate which is wrapped in camouflage colours. You can imagine that every body who looked under the table started to laugh. The dinner went own until we really couldn't see anything anymore, somebody forgot to buy candles, and the light of the stars is just not enough to see want you have on your plate. But some inventive people started to use their lighters and so all the food was found and eaten. Already during the meal some of the local teenagers came and joint us. It ended in a big party with guitars and singing until somebody decided that we should go to the discotheque in Lipik (5 Km walking). Half of the group never made it to Lipik but ended up in the last bar in Pakrac, were as every weekend evening they make live music. It became a great party and the volunteers were still swinging when the band decided that 3 o'clock is late enough to break up, tomorrow is another day. Bok I Mir from Zagreb, Wam ------------------------------------------------------ Zagreb Diary can be found on a lot of different electronic networks, it is copyright free and can be ported to any network or other means of communication you like, but please drop my a line, you can reach by sending a message to wam@zamir-zg.comlink.de or wam@zamir-zg.comlink.apc.org. Zagreb Diary is dedicated to Tyche, Pjort and Rik, so that they found out what there father have been doing all that time in Zagreb. 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