Čitaonica

Description

Veselin Piletić holds a masters degree in literature and psychotherapy. The main thing he is concerned with in his books is the power of energy to make matter. In his earlier works he has proven time and time again that energy is, in fact, older than matter.

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Mostar, April 1992. War, with all the misfortunes it brings, has become the only reality of this city. Hatred and crime kill the soul of the people. Once again, the attempt to create new borders in these areas bloodied the land of Serbs, Croats and Muslims. The generals of the Yugoslav People's Army convinced the people in Mostar that the army was in control of the situation. Many Serbs believed that the Yugoslav People's Army was the guarantor of their security in this city. The Yugoslav People's Army withdrew from Mostar. The people were left at the mercy of those who organized the local government in the city. Life in Mostar for Serbs and Montenegrins has become a real hell. There was less and less food. Parents who were left with small children when they saw the crimes fueled by national and religious hatred became more and more afraid for their children's lives every day. No one knew what the morning would bring and what the night would bring.

The minority population, Serbs and Montenegrins, became more and more victims of those who killed for the pleasure they derived from torturing and killing innocent people. Relatives of those who were wounded, or those who died at the front, joined in the search for Orthodox Christians in the area of their houses and apartments. For Serbs, Mostar becomes another face of hell, another face of death. Orthodox families closed themselves in their houses. Every step outside was a risk, because Orthodox Christians were outlawed in the city. The hunt for Serbs in Mostar has begun. Those who felt hatred towards Serbs could now kill without fear of the law. The law called them to kill. The screams of the martyrs cut the sky over Mostar. Beatings, murders, rapes, the life of a Serbian man or woman has become less valuable than the life of an abandoned dog.

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