THE STATEMENT OF A REFUGEE FROM SARAJEVO WHO FLED TO SERBIA ON MARCH 14, 1942, ABOUT THE CRIMES OF THE USTASHAS IN SARAJEVO, SOKOLAC AND OTHER PLACES.[1]
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One refugee states:
I lived in Sarajevo with my husband, a postal clerk. At the end of June of this year I was arrested by the Ustashas because someone was allegedly shot in the house where I lived. My husband hid in his hometown, Sokolac. I was in jail for 2 days and then I was released. The prisons were full of Serb men and women. There was also a nurse in my cell, Balić Gina, who was terribly abused and beaten. Tailor Miličević Slavica, 16, was also horribly abused.
There were Serbs in the next cell. Their moans and sobs were heard every day. At night, they were taken to behind the Jewish cemetery, where everyone was shot dead on the spot. Miličević Dušan, a railway worker from Sarajevo, and 19 other Serbs were killed in this way.
In mid-August 1941, I was arrested again. I was accused that my brother Ilija Tešić and 2 other relatives joined the Chetniks. After a few days I was released.
In September 1941, I was arrested for the third time. This time I was accused of keeping Jews in my apartment. They let me go again after a few days. The abuse of Serbs continued in prisons, they were taken behind the Jewish cemetery at night and shot there. That is how they executed: Popović Veljko, a clerk, Jovanović Miloš, a railway worker, and many other Serbs whose names I do not know.
My husband was fired from work.
On December 1, 1941, I fled with my children to my husband in Sokolac. I walked through the forest for 3 days. Sokolac was then in the hands of the Chetniks.
On January 20, Sokolac was conquered by the Ustashas. I was immediately arrested, I was accused of serving as a cook for the Chetniks, even though I did not. Me and my three children were taken to Podromanija, 3 km away from Sokolac. They interrogated me every day. When they asked me why I left Sarajevo, I told them that my husband had to leave Sarajevo, and that I could not exist with my family without support. An Ustasha replied: “Well, you are still young, you could have offered your body for sale in Sarajevo!” I didn’t answer anything. I was returned to Sokolac with the children. On the way, we met a boy of about 15 years old in Ustasha uniform, armed, who was escorting 2 women peasants. He shot them both in one place and left their corpses lying on the road. Later, other Ustashas took another young woman peasant, about 20 years old, with them, and also shot her.
In early February 1942, the Ustashas began killing the Serbs in Sokolac. Nešković Drago, a merchant from Sokolac, 40 years old, the father of three children, was skinned from a living body, so that he died only after terrible suffering. Kovačević Drago, a merchant from Sokolac, and his mother Danica also fell victim to the horrible martyrous death. His mother was slaughtered while still in the house, and his eyes were plucked out first and he was killed then. On the same day, Karabatković Ilija, a farmer, and his wife Darinka were also killed. They beat me with a rifle butt and told me that I would be shot the next day.
Killings also took place in the village of Baltići. Young girls were publicly raped, which I saw with my own eyes. They took 200 dinars from my purse, my only cash.
The remaining Serbs from Sokolac were imprisoned in 2-3 houses. And I was locked up with my children. During the night, I managed to escape with my children. So, going through the forest, I came to the Serbian village of Vražići, which was completely deserted and looted. I found 67 corpses in 3 houses, mostly women and children. Among these corpses, I recognized the Pajić, Orašanin and Zečević families.
A large number of Serbs fled along the Drina river. I also joined this group. Due to the severe winter, the children especially suffered! Many children froze along the way. For 2 nights I lay with my children on bare ground.
On March 14, 1942, I came to Serbia and on March 18, I arrived in Belgrade.
[1] АВ, Ф. 562, 3.1.1.2, 295-296.
[2] Handwritten date and initials.