from: Slobodan Lazo WATCHcoming soon TRANSCRIPTI met Miodrag Knežević from Sanski Most in 1985 in Gornja Sanica near Ključ. I worked at Vodoprivreda and we were reconstucting some pipes with workers from other cities. Miodrag worked in Sanski Most. We were not frineds yet, but we knew each other. Two years later I went to Pristina to the Army. I remember the military base Marshal Tito. One day we had to clean the snow in the Prokletije Mountains, there was a military base there. When we went to the parking space the temperture was already 24 degrees bellow zero. So we took off and we talked, who is from where, who is doing what, and suddendly I see a man who is familiar to me. I ask, where are you from? From Sanski Most, he says. I know him, but how? Then we started talking about Sanica and recognized each other. He was responsible for the sanitary in his unit. The first day, the weather was really bad, 5 m snow, 25 m storm. We had orders to cross the river Ibar, and go to the top. The third day the connections were all destroyed because of the low temperature. There was no communication possible any more. Six soldiers and a commander, all alone. We run out of gazoline, 11.000 l gone in 4 days. Because of the ice the wheels turned so much, that we made as many kilometers as if we already had reached the top. Nothing around us. In the base we are reported missing. The helicopter could not find us. We were in the forrest. We could only hear the helicopter. We were freezing. There was no way out. It lasted seven days, this agony. We were fighting to survive. Fighting for our lives. The soldiers from the baze were trying to find us, but the snow was high. Two years before the unit who had to do the same job had dissapeared. When spring came, only some boots of the soldiers were found. If the 7th day the soldiers had not found us, it would have been our last day. They brought us to the base in a helicopter from Pristina. Some of us had to go imediatelly to the hospital in Nis. My face was swollen, I looked different, I gained 30 kilo; because of the heat my body was growing. I was so thirsty, I drunk 2-3 liter of water. Three soldiers became invalids. Soon we finished the military service and everybody went home, looking forward to see his family again. The last time we saw each other was in 1989. From 1995 I am trying to find Miodrag. I don't know if he is alive. I tried to find him via radio, ngo's, but nothing worked. Some people told me that a huge number of people who lived there, fled to Novi Sad after Oluja. A lot of times I dream of him. I dream that he comes to visit me, with this horrible blue face, his clothes torn up. I whish I could see him. Maybe he is in the mountains, doesn't have anything to eat, and I could help him. We become brothers then. Some times I loose hope. Maybe he died in Oluja. I would like the most that he would say: 'I have a family now, a wife, children, let's visit each other'. REACTAdd your information below or send your e-mail to findfriend [at] videoletters.net |
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