On July 11th this year, the mortal remains of another 504 victims of the Srebrenica genocide will be buried at the Potocari memorial centre, BiH. Among the dead are men and boys who tried to escape from the enclave as it fell to Ratko Mladic and his soldiers. This is Advija's story.
We met Advija very briefly during our last
trip. She heard we were looking to interview people from Srebrenica and she
wanted to talk.
With her permission, I share her story with
you. It is another example of the enduring pain the Balkan war has inflicted on
its people. You might struggle to read Advija’s story. If you do, I encourage
you to persevere and think of Advija’s courage in speaking out. It isn’t easy
to talk about the personal effect of genocide. She had the strength to talk.
One of four children,
Advija lived happily in Srebrenica with her mother and father, two older
sisters and younger brother until the beginning of the conflict in 1992. Once
trouble broke out, her parents decided it would be safer for the family if her
mother took the children away from Srebrenica to somewhere more secure.
Srebrenica is just a few miles from the Serbian border and tensions between
Bosnian Muslims and Serbs living in the municipality escalated very quickly.
Her mother fled to Slovenia with Advija and her brother and sisters. They
didn’t return to Bosnia until 1996, the year after the Dayton Agreement was
signed.
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Courageous Advija photo Kristian Skeie |
Throughout the conflict (1992-1995)
Advijas’ father, Vehbija, stayed in Srebrenica. Like many of the thousands of
people who remained, he survived the shelling raids on the town from Bosnian
Serb-held positions in the surrounding hills. He survived the siege, the food
shortages and the “ghetto-like” conditions.
In July 1995 conditions in the municipality degenerated
further still. Numbers in the town centre swelled. Ratko Mladic’s forces were
sweeping through the Muslim villages as their stranglehold on the municipality
tightened. Those able to flee from the rural areas sought the relative safety
of the town centre.
With an increasingly confident and
belligerent Ratko Mladic taunting and testing UN resolve, the Dutch battalion,
mandated to protect the safe haven, struggled to be effective against the
escalating intimidation and aggression of the Bosnian Serb army.
Men, women and children trapped in the town became more and
more tense. They feared the erosion of security and what it might bring. To
those who were caught in this terrible trap, it was obvious that when Srebrenica
fell (this was only a question of time), men of fighting age would be rounded
up. Everyone feared an order from Mladic to execute rather than detain.
Unwilling to simply meet their fate at the
hands of hostile forces, about 10,000 men decided to escape by foot, walking
over mine-infested mountainous terrain to the free territory near Tuzla.
Advija’s father, Vehbija, and her uncle Bekto joined the column and they begin
the journey together. What Advija is able to tell us about her father comes
from eyewitness accounts and her uncle Bekto, who survived.
As the brothers walked with other men, the
ensemble was spotted by a Bosnian Serb patrol. The soldiers called out to the
group to surrender. Vehbija, who was leading, began to walk towards the patrol,
discarding his wallet as he progressed. Bekto, so overwhelmed with the shock of
being discovered, collapsed unconscious. He awoke sometime later to find
himself alone. It took him 19 days to walk to safety, fearing each minute for
his own life and despairing of his brother’s fate.
I asked Advija if her father was ever seen
again. She thinks that he was. A woman recognized him in a line of men waiting
to be executed. She was in a bus with other women and small children being
forcibly removed from Potocari. The woman recognized him from the window as
they drove past. She told another woman, who told another. Eventually the news
reached her mother.
In 1999 Advija and other family members
decided to give blood samples to the International Commission on Missing Persons (ICMP), an organization set up after the Balkan conflict to trace and
identify people who went missing during the war. Using a massive database, DNA
information, extracted from blood samples collected from family members, is
cross-matched against DNA information extracted from exhumed remains. Thousands
of bodies have been identified this way.
In October last year, 12 years after the
family gave blood and 16 years after the death of Advija’s father, a
case-worker from the identification centre rang with news that a DNA match had
been found. The skeleton of Advija’s father had been dispersed across a number
of secondary grave sites. It had taken a long time to identify him because his
skeletal parts were found in so many places, mixed together with the remains of
other people murdered at the same time.
Trying to hide the evidence is a defining
feature of genocide. A few months after the mass slaughter in Srebrenica, and
in response to growing international suspicion, Serb forces tried to cover their
tracks by exhuming decomposing corpses from primary mass graves and re-dumping
the remains at other locations, known today as secondary sites. Where this
happened, other identifying markers such as clothing, ID cards and photographs
have been lost, as have smaller bones from hands and feet.
Advija was confronted with this blunt
reality. Because her fathers’ body had been moved, only 70% of his remains have
been found and there is little hope of recovering the rest.
The family has decided to bury Vehbija’s
remains in the annual ceremony on July 11th this year at the
Potocari Memorial Centre. This collective burial attracts worldwide media
attention, hundreds of dignitaries from countries all over the world and
thousands of mourners. This year the remains of 504 bodies will be buried, bringing the total number buried at Potocari to 5,137.
Advija is relieved that at last her
fathers’ remains have been found. Before his remains were identified, she and
her family had been in a state of limbo, not able to mourn his loss until his
fate was established with some certainty. Now he can be buried with dignity and
respect and she can visit him in a place that is safe and protected by constant
police guard.
This year things are finally different. On
July 11th during the memorial service, Vehbija’s remains will return
to his family. They will carry his casket through the crowds of mourners to his
grave. As a family they will commit his coffin to the ground. In a private
moment, when everyone is ready, male members of the group will fill his grave
with earth. Everyone will say their goodbyes.
Rest in peace, Vehbija. We will remember
you.
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Mass burial at Potocari Memorial Cemetery July 11th 2011 |