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Not To Be Forgotten - NATO'S War of Aggression Against Serbia

Updated on March 30, 2015

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Once we were allies and we were helping each other

We did not want to believe in it. However, NATO aggression started on 24th March 1999 around 8:15 p.m. It caught us unprepared. Who could have been prepared for something so frightening and unknown? Why should people be ever prepared for WAR?

Day 1

That evening was the same as the previous one except for one outstanding detail, the sirens went off. My father and mother took some blankets and told my sister and me to go outside to our garage and to stay there until they decided what our next move was. When we got there my uncle, aunt and my grandmother had already arrived. From their facial expressions I could deduce confusion and disbelief. Then we heard the noise of fighter jets but we did not know whose these were. Fortunately they just flew over our town. Then we heard some people's voices outside. They were our neighbours' who came to seek information about the bombing which had started. But we did not have any different information from the rest of our nation which was under attack. That night was the first one we spent outside our warm homes but unfortunately not the only one.

The next 77 days

The next day we did not go to school and the forthcoming days became so long and empty. There was something in the air. A feeling of insecurity, as if you were not any longer living in the same country or in the same quiet and safe town. Your everyday routines became limited. Everything you wanted to do, from brushing your teeth, having breakfast, playing with your dog and friends to resting in your living-room was constrained and it gave you a notion of a stopwatch counting your best time for completing these activities before alarm sirens went off.

Those terrifying heralds of destruction and inability of escape, coloured everything in grey and my world was black and white, even though most war days were sunny and warm. Spring was at the door but we could not enjoy in it. Even Easter was shaken and ruined by falling bombs. However, somehow we managed to celebrate the happiest holiday by not giving up. The eggs were coloured and children took them to the shelter in our neighbourhood. There were many peers of mine and we did our best to forget the problems and fear. We ate lots of chocolate played games and even played some musical instruments. On the wall, there was a calender where we were crossing out the horrifying war days which were long but we managed to introduce some cheerfulness into them.

Our city was regularly bombed on Tuesdays, late in the evening or in the afternoon. One of these Tuesdays was the most terrifying in my life. On that day a military barrack near my house, was bombed.Everything happened so fast. My friends from the neighbourhood and my sister were rollerblading when we first heard the fighter jets and after that the sirens went off. I grabbed my sister, who was still wearing the rollerblades. I had to carry her because she had difficulty to take the rollerblades off. My mother was at home and we ran to the pantry to hide because we thought it was the safest place in the house. The minute we entered it, the bombs started to fall. The whole house was shaking and we could feel the vibration of the ground like there was a massive earthquake. My mother was trying to cheer us up not to cry but it was more than we could take. We were not the war children but somehow we became them. Having survived and experienced the terror of falling tomahawk missiles enriched with depleted uranium all over my birth city my mind was asking me the same question over and over again: ''Why?''

The question is still waiting to be answered even though you have probably heard on the news that Serbia was bombed because it was torturing the Albanians and that Serbian people are bad and evil. Of course none of it was or is true today, fourteen years after the bombing. The picture that most of the world has about us and our beloved country is a far cry. However the media are dangerous these days, especially if they have a goal to demonize a small country like Serbia (Yugoslavia - previous name of the country) but common people do not know the reasons. If you do not want to live in a fool's paradise, you should watch this video about the capital city of Serbia, Belgrade recorded by a foreigner.

The Capital City of Serbia


There are many people in this world who do not know where Serbia is located but when they hear the word ''the Serbs'' they immediately associate it with barbarous and dangerous zone where the war is still going. The media are to be blamed for that. I hope that this hub is going to give you a stimulus to make yourselves informed instead of misinformed. The damage is done but we endured.


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