Nachricht Nummer : 440 Übertragungszeit : 2 min 56 sec Nachricht von : WAM@ZAMIR-ZG.ztn.zer.de (Wam) Antworten an : WAM@ZAMIR-ZG.comlink.de Betrifft : Zagreb Diary on 14 December 1992 Kopienempfänger : /REG/NEWS/DIARY/WAM, /APC/YUGO/ANTIWAR, /CL/EUROPA/BALKAN, /SOC/CULTURE/BOSNA-HERZGVNA, /SOC/CULTURE/CROATIA, /SOC/CULTURE/YUGOSLAVIA Erstellungsdatum : 04.03.1994 21:02:00 W+1 Realname: Wam Kat Zagreb Diary 14 December 1992 Dobar Dan, (Filling the hole in my diary, this story is finished in March 1994) Mr. Tadic, the head of the HVO office for refugees and displaced person, has to go to his office in Mostar today, so he isn't able to drive us to see other refugee camps in the area. Therefor Ivo, our friend who works for Tadic's office (he use to be part of the logistic department of HVO army) picks us up with his Toyota landrover in order to drive us to Tomislavgrad (on most maps this town still calls Duvno, this is the town is now called after one of the first Croatian Kings, King Tomislav). Tomislavgrad is the town with highest amount of Mercedes Benz cars per citizens in the world. Most people of the town work as guest worker in Germany and when they have enough money they buy a Mercedes Diesel, in Germany this cars are known as "gastarbeiter auto". Tomislavgrad is now probably the town with one of the highest density of soldiers at the moment. It lays about 10 Km south from the nearest front line between HVO-the new formed (out of TO) BiHarmija troops and the Serbian irregulars and JNA. The Mayor, which we meet in a townhall which more looks like an army HQ in war time, what it indeed is, complains about humanitarian organisations keeping their guilt away by only giving food. We walk to the local red cross, which we find behind a big pile of sandbags and wooden protection works. Me met the lady, who is the head of the local red cross, her eyes which where at least 5 cm in her face from the absent of sleep, she reacted total burned out. 60.000 people has passed her office in the last 5 months. And she needs everything, burners, food, clothes, vitamins, everything. We leave the place and go for a coffee, everywhere on the street, between the driving cars there are selling point of a kind of black market, you can buy everything on the street. The coffeebar is pack with soldiers just coming from the front-line getting to be drunk, leaning on the take there are at least 15 riffles and some grenade throwers. Soldiers you see everywhere, total chaos on the street In the street children bagging for chocolate and money, two boys from about 12 years tried to steal my wallet from my inside pocket. After two hours we leave the madhouse, you get totally nervous even by looking at this antnest where everything runs and drives like if he or she is the only one on the earth. This must be the situation on a lot of the front-line cities. One the way back to Posusje we go wrong and for one hour we drive on an unknown road, luckily not in the direction of the front-line but to Split. I recognize it since we never passed that little town with a mosque in the middle, which we passed the way up. We have to drive all the way back. We pass some children who make V-signs when they see our HVO-jeep. Just before an UNPROFOR truck passed and they were throwing stones at that one. we are driving through a landscape of stones by the way, beside from having sheep's there is not much what you can do around here. In the car we discuss how we can put up social work for all those refugees in all those little village around Tomislavgrad. There is no real central refugee center they are mostly living at private families in all the little villages. So we should construct something liked a travelling playing and education center for the children and youth in the area, eventually connected to a small medical post in it. For the moment we don't know yet how to finance it but what not is can come, as we say in Dutch. Two UNPROFOR trucks come from the other side loaded with stones to repair the roads to Tuzla and Travnik, we think. Via the road from Split to Tomislavgrad most of the convoys to Tuzla and other northern Bosnian town are coming. The condition of the road is very bad and the real winter still has to come. We put our Finnish girl on the bus on the way back in Posusje and return to Medjugorje, were we fall asleep tired from all impressions. Bog I Love from Za-Mir-Greb, 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. Financial support for Suncokret can be send to our bankaccount in the Netherlands, Postbank Amsterdam, account number 5110, on the name of SUNCOKRET, AMSTERDAM. Or by sending post cheques made out on the private name to: Ulla Treadmark Jensen (this is the person which should be on the checks in order to cash them), Keizer Karel V straat 23, 6147 HD Sittard, Netherlands. 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