the summer of 1995, more than three years since the Bosnian conflict, the three enclaves Bosnian Muslim territory in two, Srebrenica and Zepa, had been abandoned by UN troops and quickly occupied by the Serbian army.
The survivors of Srebrenica were then told horrific stories, as confirmed by the discovery of mass graves that took place in the conflict ceased. The future of
soon soared, the last of the three enclaves , shadows are ominous.
Moreover, the fears of the population were confirmed by the fact that the British and Ukrainian UN troops were in the autumn, also abandoned the city. Shortly after that
demobilization, a convoy humanitarian aid arrives soon soared to an American comic book author Joe Sacco.
And it is once again in a comic strip that may be the only report (because it is true reportage) arrived in Italy on this story that took place beyond that narrow stretch of the Mediterranean which washes the eastern shores of our peninsula.
So I would recommend reading: why better than some books on the subject (thanks to the extraordinary designs of Sacco, deeply expressive and dramatic), this comic can really understand what happened ten years ago, a few nautical miles from us, people's lives through the words that the author has interviewed.
Living words of the people, like those of Edin, a Muslim, that the situation before the outbreak of war, said:
" I spent a happy childhood. I did not make the slightest distinction between children Serbs, Croats and Muslims. We were always together ... to fish in the woods, on the basketball court or at the stadium ... Here the population was mixed. On the left side of my house there were Serbs, Muslims across the street and right of the Muslims. At one point I spent most of the time with a friend of Serbia. He was all day at my house. In the evening ... my mother to let me go to dinner, she called him and told him to eat with me ... I spent all my life with my friends Serbian Boban, Miro, Goran ... I got drunk with them countless times ... we were together all the parties, everywhere. We did not do the slightest distinction .
Yet, this unique example of coexistence and balance was wiped out in short, through a deliberate propaganda enriched inventions that was blowing on the embers of fear to turn up to the fire of hatred. So what
" always be together" slowly in the memory has been erased, and when Edin, announced shortly before the war he asked a friend of Serbia " Why do not you want to live with us in the same country? "it was told “ Non potete aspettarvi che in futuro tra noi ci siano buoni rapporti. Voi avete intenzione di uccidere tutti i serbi bosniaci per creare uno stato musulmano ”.
Il massacro pianificato ormai da tempo (i testimoni dichiarano a Sacco che nei mesi precedenti all’inizio degli scontri, mentre di giorno i vicini serbi e musulmani continuavano a salutarsi, sebbene sempre meno calorosamente, di notte i serbi accumulavano casse di armi nelle cantine) stava per iniziare.
La storia raccontata da Sacco appare significativa, tuttavia, non solo perché cronaca dell’alba di una guerra civile, di un genocidio, quanto anche e soprattutto perché cronaca delle sofferenze vissute dagli abitanti della città di Goradže and their stubborn attachment to life and hopeful. Sacco says (and draws) mills mounted on rafts on the Drina, which are used as generators for electricity in the snowy woods of exhausting marches controlled by the Serbs, to over 1700 m altitude, to reach Grebak, where Bosnian army position food were distributed. Sacco said soon soared and his desire to continue to exist. Soon soared: city by the name hard to pronounce, like Srebrenica, as Nogunri. City, as Srebrenica, as Nogunri, has a long history to tell. That, however, be read and told to not let them in mass graves dug in Bosnia in the first half of the nineties, buried remains the only tool we have to prevent the recurrence of such tragic history: the memory. [1]
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For those interested in the history of Sarajevo during the conflict, counsel Neven, also written and drawn by Joe Sacco
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