(srpskohrvatski / english / italiano)

I bombardamenti di Belgrado  1941--1999


*** Primavera 1999... 2017 ***
1) NKPJ i SKOJ obeležili godišnjicu NATO agresije
2) Srbin usred Ciriha pretukao NATO pilota koji je bombardovao Srbiju!
[Picchia l'inglese, ex pilota della NATO che si vanta di aver bombardato i 
"fucking Serbs" ]
3) Ricordo di Ljiljana Žikić - Karadjordjević, Miss Serbia nel 1978, uccisa il 
1. aprile 1999 dai bombardamenti NATO
4) NATO used doctored video to justify bombing of passenger train
*** 16 aprile 1944 ***
5) The British and Americans started bombing Belgrade on Easter Sunday, April 
16, 1944
*** 6 aprile 1941... 2017 ***
6) Epistola serba 1941 B. Brecht - Enrico Vigna




Also to read:
Washington Post thinks Russian radio, not NATO bombing, turned Serbs against 
the Alliance (26 Sep, 2016 – Bryan MacDonald)
The Washington Post expects its readers to believe Serbia’s lack of enthusiasm 
for NATO membership is because of “Russian disinformation.” Naturally, it has 
nothing to do with the “defensive alliance” bombing the country seventeen years 
ago...
https://www.rt.com/op-edge/360663-propaganda-serbia-nato-media/




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http://www.nkpj.org.rs/clanci-la/clanak_id=353.php


NKPJ I SKOJ OBELEŽILI GODIŠNJICU NATO AGRESIJE


NKPJ i SKOJ su obeležili 18. godišnjicu NATO bombardovanja na skupu koji je 
održan ispred spomenika Večne vatre. Na skupu su bili prisutni predstavnici 
ambasada Kube, Venecuele, Belorusije i Rusije.




Spomenik „Večna vatra“ je podignut u slavu i spomen svim žrtvama NATO agresije, 
a danas je u razočaravajuće zapuštenom stanju. Ovo stanje realno oslikava odnos 
koji buržoaske vlasti u Srbiji imaju prema velikoj tragediji i nepravdi koja je 
zadesila naš narod i našu zemlju. Podsećamo da su oni koji su najodgovorniji za 
brojna zlodela počinjena tokom i posle NATO agresije, i posle sedamnaest 
godina, i dalje na slobodi, da niko nije osuđen, a da su marionete zapadnog 
imperijalizma, buržoaske vlasti u Srbiji, povukle optužnicu pred Međunarodnim 
sudom pravde za zlodela koja su njihove gazde počinile.


Pored komemorativnog, ovaj skup je imao i jasan antiimperijalistički karakter 
jer su na njemu kritikovane i današnje okolnosti u kojima se nalazi naša 
država, koje su proizašle iz bombardovanja i kasnijeg poslednjeg udarca 
imperijalizma kojim smo potpuno pokoreni, petooktobarskim promenama.


Kritikovane su imperijalističke institucije kao što su MMF, Svetska banka, 
Evropska unija i NATO.


Naši aktivisti su delili novi broj Glasnika SKOJ-a i držali transparent sa 
porukom "Ne zaboravljamo, ne opraštamo, ne u NATO!"


Sekretarijat NKPJ,


Sekretarijat SKOJ-a,


24. 03. 2017.






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Fonte: http://www.informer.rs/vesti/drustvo


Si vendica per il 1999! Il serbo Rade Stančić in un caffe' di Zurigo malmena l' 
inglese, ex pilota della NATO che si vanta di aver bombardato i "fucking 
serbian"...


http://www.informer.rs/vesti/drustvo/126684/OSVETIO-Srbin-usred-Ciriha-pretukao-NATO-pilota-koji-bombardovao-Srbiju


OSVETIO SE ZA 1999! Srbin usred Ciriha pretukao NATO pilota koji je bombardovao 
Srbiju!


Rade Stančić u kafiću u centru Ciriha prebio Engleza, bivšeg NATO pilota, koji 
se hvalio kako je bombardovao 'jebene Srbe' 1999. Sad kad se pogledaš u 
ogledalo, setićeš se Srba, rekao mu je Stančić


M. D. 31. 03. 2017. 20:21


Rade Stančić, rodom iz Loznice, juče ujutru je u švajcarskom gradu Cirihu 
brutalno pretukao engleskog pilota u jednom kafiću, jer ga je čuo kako za 
susednim stolom s ponosom priča da je bombardovao Srbiju 1999. godine! Nakon 
što ga je dobro naučio pameti, Stančić mu je rekao: "Od sada kad god se 
pogledaš u ogledalo, setićeš se Srba koje si ubijao!"
Ubrzo nakon toga Stančić je napustio Švajcarsku.


Psovao žrtve


Kako saznajemo od našeg gastarbajtera iz Ciriha, koji je prisustvovao incidentu 
u centru Ciriha, Rade je sa jednim prijateljem iz BiH sedeo za stolom i 
razgovarao o poslu.


- Englez je za susednim stolom sedeo sa jednim lokalnim političarem iz Ciriha, 
razgovarali su o svemu i svačemu. U jednom trenutku Englez je kazao da je bio 
vojni pilot, a njegov prijatelj ga je upitao da li je učestvovao u nekim ratnim 
operacijama - navodi naš sagovornik.


Maliciozni Englez je, kaže on, s ponosom pričao kako je 1999. bombardovao 
"jebene Srbe".
- U tom trenutku Rade i njegov drugar su prestali da pričaju, jer mu se učinilo 
da Englez pored njega pominje Srbe i 1999. godinu. Pre toga su bili nasmejani 
jer su dogovarali neki posao oko posete nekih srpskih pevača koje su hteli da 
dovedu u Švajcarsku. Međutim, Rade je zaćutao kad je čuo šta priča Englez i 
načuljio uši - priča on.


Zatim je Stančić ustao i krenuo ka Englezu i njegovom prijatelju.
- Lepo mu se obratio, ljubazno. Izvinio se i rekao da je slučajno načuo da su 
pričali o bombardovanju Srbije i da je jedan od njih učestvovao u toj vojnoj 
akciji. Kada je Britanac rekao da je to tačno, Rade mu je rekao: "E sada ćeš 
dobro zapamtiti Srbe." Počeo je da ga udara šakama, a zatim je zgrabio staklenu 
posudu za šećer, pa ga je i njome izudarao u glavu. Englez je bio sav krvav, a 
njegov prijatelj je sve to gledao u potpunom šoku - ispričao je očevidac.


Gledali u šoku


Avijatičar NATO pakta je, prema njegovim rečima, za to vreme zapomagao i urlao 
od bolova, ali niko u kafiću nije smeo da se umeša u tuču.
- Tad mu je Rade rekao: "Kad god se budeš pogledao u ogledalo, setićeš se svih 
Srba i nedužne dece koje si pobio" - navodi naš sagovornik.


Nakon toga, Stančić je izašao iz kafića i pobegao. Nezvanično saznajemo da je 
odmah nakon toga napustio Švajcarsku.
Redakcija Informera je uspela da stupi u kontakt sa njim, ali on nije želeo da 
priča detaljnije o obračunu sa Englezom. Samo nam je kratko rekao: "Živela 
Srbija!"
Englez je sa brojnim podlivima i rasekotinama po licu završio u bolnici.
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RADE STANČIĆ, SRBIN KOJI JE NAUČIO PAMETI BAHATOG ENGLEZA: Prebio sam NATO 
pilota kad je rekao da smo go*na! (M. Dobromirović 01. 04. 2017.)
Taj Englez je u kafiću u Cirihu najstrašnije vređao Srbiju, hvalio se kako nas 
je bombardovao. Kad je rekao da su Srbi govna koja samo silu razumeju, nisam 
mogao da prećutim, kaže Rade...
http://www.informer.rs/vesti/drustvo/126857/RADE-STANCIC-SRBIN-KOJI-NAUCIO-PAMETI-BAHATOG-ENGLEZA-Prebio-sam-NATO-pilota-kad-rekao-smo


SRBIN KOJI JE PREBIO NATO PILOTA STIGAO U BEOGRAD: Pao mi je mrak na oči kad 
sam se setio male Milice! (T. I. 03. 04. 2017.)
Rade Stančić, koji je pretukao NATO pilota što se u švajcarskom kafiću hvalio 
da je bombardovao Srbiju, kaže da se ne kaje zbog toga što je "patosirao" 
Engleza... Moja deca su ponosna na mene i pružaju mi podršku...
http://www.informer.rs/vesti/drustvo/127192/SRBIN-KOJI-PREBIO-NATO-PILOTA-STIGAO-BEOGRAD-Pao-mrak-oci-kad-sam-setio-male-Milice




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Ljiljana Žikić - Karadjordjević, nata a Kragujevac. E' stata eletta Miss Serbia 
nel 1978. Laureatasi all' Universita' di Belgrado in qualita' di Ingegnere di 
scienze organizzative.


Morta il 1. di aprile 1999 sotto i bombardamenti NATO vicino il villaggio di 
Ljubenić.


Nella poesia "Difendero' la Serbia anche da morta", pubblicata il 26 aprile 
1999, avverte il suo popoloche e' importante salvaguardare almeno un grano di 
vergogna in noi. La raccolta delle sue poesie "Kako ti je" (Come stai) e' 
dedicata ai suoi sei bambini.




Ona je u pesmi "Braniću Srbiju i kad budem mrtva" koja je objavljena 26. aprila 
1999. godine u listu "Svet" opomenula svoj narod da je važno da sačuvamo barem 
zrno stida u nama. Njena zbirka pesama "Kako ti je" posvećena je njenoj deci.


Braniću Srbiju i kad budem mrtva


I kad umrem ja ću nogom opet stati


da stojim k'o hrabra i visoka stena


pogled će večno granicu da prati


ni grob mi neće reći da me nema.


Izniknuću svuda gde se miče cveće


gde vazduha ima i gde nema, tamo


za sve ću biti i za šta se ne zna


i za ono kol`ko možemo da znamo.


Stražar ću biti surovi i strašni 



tuđin i lopov da stalno plaši


jer Srbin ne može da se zove robom


Srbija tu su svi vekovi naši.


Čuvaću granicu srpske zemlje moje


oprost za grumen neću dati nikom.


Moje će ruke hleb svakom da nude,


al` Srbiju nikad, to je sve što imam!


Ni ognjišta, groblja, ni dedove moje,


zbog njih će pogača i otrov da bude.


I kad umrem ja ću nogom opet stati


da stojim k`o hrabra i visoka stena


pogled će večno granicu da prati,


ni grob mi neće reći da me nema


Uspomenu na Ljiljanu, njen život i hrabrost čuva njeno šestoro dece. Postoji 
inicijativa da neka ulica u Kragujevcu dobije njeno ime.




Izvor: 
http://noizz.rs/noizz-news/pesma-zaboravljene-heroine-koja-je-dala-zivot-za-srbiju-ledi-krv-i-tera-na/rpbcw3f




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https://theremustbejustice.wordpress.com/2017/01/19/how-frankfurter-rundschau-exposed-another-usnato-lie-nato-used-doctored-video-to-justify-bombing-of-passenger-train/


How Frankfurter Rundschau exposed another US/NATO lie
NATO used doctored video to justify bombing of passenger train


January 19, 2017 by Grey Carter


This has passed almost unnoticed and suppressed by global media: January  2000 
German newspaper Frankfurter Rundschau  exposing the lies of NATO commander in 
Europe, General Wesley Clark after the bombing of a passenger train on the 
bridge across the South Morava in Grdelica Gorge in April 1999, when at least 
15 civilians have been killed.
In the Frankfurter Rundschau reporter Arnd Festerling documented how NATO used 
‘ediited’ video recordings to justify its conduct of the war against Serbia.
[VIDEO: Nato Bombing on Grdelica Bridge - first strike
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIi2QDJYLwk ]


At least 15 people died on April 12, 1999 when a US Airforce bomber fired on a 
railway bridge near the Serbian village of Grdenicka just as a passenger train 
was crossing the bridge. Following the initial strike of the train, the pilot 
returned to make a second sweep of the burning bridge and dropped a bomb on a 
carriage that had not been hit by the first assault.


[VIDEO: Nato Bombing on Grdelica Bridge - second strike
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4S09ddbdB4 ]


At the time NATO described the bombing of the commuter train as a tragic 
accident. NATO’s presentation of events, it now emerges, was based on doctored 
video recordings and misleading descriptions of what took place aboard the 
fighter plane.


[VIDEO: Nato bombardovanje voza

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2oLWlAF4lk ]


One day after the strike, in an effort to demonstrate that the attack was a 
case of inadvertent “collateral damage”, General Wesley Clark, the Supreme 
Commander of NATO forces, called a press conference and showed two video films 
taken by cameras located in the noses of the remote control-guided bombs. 
According to Clark, the films made clear that the passenger train was 
approaching too fast for the pilot, who was concentrating on the difficult 
business of guiding the bombs, to react. The pilot had “less than a second” to 
abort the strike, Clark asserted.


Of course, this version of events did not explain why the plane turned round 
and dropped a second bomb. But the official NATO account given by Clark was 
misleading in two further respects.
First, the video film sped up the actual sequence by a factor of at least 
three. Second, the fighter plane used in the attack—type F15E—had a crew of 
two, a pilot and a weapons systems officer. The pilot played no role in 
directing the bombs and could not have been diverted by that task. In this type 
of plane the bombs find their own way to the target as soon as the target 
co-ordinates have been set by the weapons systems officer, who can, however, 
intervene to stop or divert them.
Festerling pointed out that status signals giving technical information and a 
running clock normally shown on such videos did not appear on the videos shown 
to the press public by Clark. Festerling explained:
“According to the video 2.3 seconds elapse from the time the train clearly 
enters the field of vision to the time the bomb strikes home. This implies the 
train was travelling at 300 kilometres per hour. If one assumes, for the 
purpose of making calculations, that the train was actually travelling at 100 
kilometres per hour (a figure which is probably far too high, bearing in mind 
the antiquated state of the Serbian rail system) the video [shown by Clarke] is 
running at least three times faster than real time. This means the weapons 
systems officer had at least 6.9 seconds to react, instead of 2.3 seconds—which 
Clark, in his presentation, had reduced to ‘less than a second’.
“NATO therefore showed a film which was totally unreliable with regard to the 
crucial question of when the attack took place. On the basis of these 
unreliable videos and a misleading choice of words, the NATO Supreme commander 
in Europe led the public to believe that the attack on the train was 
unavoidable because of time pressure.”
NATO has now largely conceded that this is, in fact, what happened.
Festerling quoted an official of Shape, the central NATO command in Europe, who 
said, “Yes, the video ran considerably faster.” The headquarters of the US Air 
Force in Europe, located in Ramstein, Germany, also confirmed this fact, but 
then went on to speak of a regrettable hardware error, which they attributed to 
the firm of Sun Microsystems.
According to their account, the speeding up of the film took place unnoticed as 
the video was being transformed into mpeg-format. The main concern was to make 
the material available to the public as soon as possible, and therefore a 
supposedly arduous stage in the conversion of the film was neglected. The 
status signals did not appear on the video because, for some unexplained 
reason, the film taken came from the accompanying plane and not the plane 
responsible for the attack. The bombing videos from the attack plane itself are 
no longer available.
This whole explanation is extremely dubious. One can only assume that anybody 
with experience working with of this type of weapons technology would have been 
able to immediately identify the speeding up of the tape. Furthermore, the 
technology necessary for the supposedly arduous conversion of the film into 
mpeg-format takes, in fact, just a few minutes. At a cost of a few hundred 
dollars it can be loaded onto any standard personal computer. NATO’s 
explanation assumes that it possesses technology inferior to that at the 
disposal of the average video amateur.
The revelations concerning the bombing of the passenger train are only the 
latest exposure of NATO lies and distortions in connection with the Kosovo War. 
Last October the British newspaper Observerpublished reports detailing the NATO 
bombardment of the Chinese embassy in Belgrade. The reports made clear that, 
contrary to NATO’s version of events, the bombing was deliberate.


[Sources:
http://www.dissidentvoice.org/Articles8/DVNS_Wesley-Clark.htm
http://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2000/01/koso-j08.html ]




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https://theremustbejustice.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/the-british-and-the-americans-started-bombing-belgrade-on-easter-sunday-april-16-1944/
 
<https://theremustbejustice.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/the-british-and-the-americans-started-bombing-belgrade-on-easter-sunday-april-16-1944/>


The British and Americans started bombing Belgrade on Easter Sunday, April 16, 
1944


Posted on April 16, 2017 by Grey Carter


Poet Charles Simic <http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/27> was 3 years old 
when Nazi forces targeted his city for destruction, and when he was  6,  allies 
Americans and Brits bombed it on Orthodox Easter 1944.
In an excerpt from his new memoir, A Fly in the Soup, Simic returns to the days 
when the Allied bombs rained on Belgrade. Excerpts from A Fly in the Soup 
<http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780472089093&itm=2>,
 ©University of Michigan Press, 2000.


[PHOTO: Simic and his mother during German bombardment of  Belgrade 1941.  
Three years later, they will be bombed by so called Allies as well]
The official version from the United States Air Force speaks about heavy 
bombers “conducting strikes against Luftwaffe in occupied Serbia and aviation 
targets” with “approximately 397 tons of bombs.” It also says: “According to 
one report, these operations of 17 of April resulted in some damage to a 
residential area northwest of Belgrade/Zemun airdrome. Most of the destruction 
wrought by the two days’ activities, however, appears to have been military in 
nature.” It’s that word appears, judiciously inserted in the report, that is 
the crux of the matter.
It was just before lunchtime. The dining room table was already set in a 
festive way with our best china and silverware when the planes came. We could 
hear them drone even before the sirens wailed. The windows were wide open, 
since it was a balmy spring day. “The Americans are throwing Easter eggs,” I 
remember my father shouting from the balcony. Then we heard the first 
explosions. We ran down to the same cellar, where today some of the original 
cast of characters are still cowering. The building shook. People covered their 
ears. One could hear glass breaking somewhere above. A boy a little older than 
I had disappeared. It turned out that he had slipped out to watch the bombs 
fall. When the men brought him back, his mother started slapping him hard and 
yelling she’s going to kill him if he ever does that again. I was more 
frightened of her slaps than of the sound of the bombs.
[PHOTO: Easter 1944. –  Belgrade under bombs  – victims. Anglo Americans new 
know mercy]
At some point it was all over. We shuffled out. The enthusiasts of aerial 
bombardment either lack imagination for what happens on the ground, or they 
conceal their imaginings. The street was dark with a few flames here and there. 
With all the dust and smoke in the air, it was as if the night had already 
fallen. A man came out of the gloom covered with fallen plaster, telling us 
that a certain neighborhood had been entirely leveled. This was typical. One 
heard the most outrageous rumors and exaggerations at such times. Thousands of 
deaths, corpses lying everywhere, and so forth. It was one of the poorest parts 
of the city he was talking about. There were no military objects there. It 
didn’t make any sense even to a child.


[PHOTO: After 1941. Nazi bombardment and years long occupation and sufferings, 
surprisingly the so called Allies decided to finish off with the single anti 
nazi state in Balkans.  They didn’t bomb  neither of Nazi allied states . 
monstrous  clerofascist Independent State of Croatia, nor Albania, Bulgaria, 
Romania, Hungary.]


The day after the first raid in 1944, the planes came again, and it was more of 
the same. “They dropped about 373 tons of bombs on the Belgrade/Save 
marshalling yards,” the official report continues. “This assault resulted in 
major destruction of freight and passenger cars, large fires, gutted 
warehouses, severe damage to the main passenger station, equally severe damage 
to the Railroad Bridge over the Sava River, etc. No report on this mission 
refers to the bombing of other than military objectives.” Actually, a bomb 
landed on our sidewalk in front of our building. It spun around but didn’t 
explode.


[PHOTO: Kicevska street, Belgrade]


In 1972, I met one of the men who bombed me in 1944. I had just made my first 
trip back to Belgrade after almost twenty years. Upon my return to the States, 
I went to a literary gathering in San Francisco, where I ran into the poet 
Richard Hugo in a restaurant. We chatted, he asked me how I spent my summer, 
and I told him that I had just returned from Belgrade.
“Oh yes,” he said, “I can see that city well.”
Without knowing my background, he proceeded to draw on the tablecloth, among 
the breadcrumbs and wine stains, the location of the main post office, the 
bridges over the Danube and Sava, and a few other important landmarks. Without 
a clue as to what all this meant, supposing that he had visited the city as a 
tourist at one time, I inquired how much time he had spent in Belgrade.
“I was never there,” he replied. “I only bombed it a few times.”
When, absolutely astonished, I blurted out that I was there at the time and 
that it was me he was bombing, Hugo became very upset. In fact, he was deeply 
shaken. After he stopped apologizing and calmed down a little, I hurried to 
assure him that I bore no grudges and asked him how is it that they never hit 
the Gestapo headquarters or any other building where the Germans were holed up. 
Hugo explained that they made their bombing runs from Italy, going first after 
the Romanian oil fields, which had tremendous strategic importance for the 
Nazis and were heavily defended. They lost a plane or two on every raid, and 
with all that, on the way back, they were supposed to unload the rest of the 
bombs over Belgrade. Well, they didn’t take any chances. They flew high and 
dropped the remaining payloads any way they could, anticipating already being 
back in Italy, spending the rest of the day on the beach in the company of some 
local girls.
I assured Hugo that this is exactly what I would have done myself, but he 
continued to plead for forgiveness and explain himself. He grew up in a tough 
neighborhood in Seattle, came from poor, working-class folk. His mother, a 
teenager, had to abandon him after his birth. We were two befuddled bit players 
in events beyond our control. He at least took responsibility for his acts, 
which of course is unheard of in today’s risk-free war, where the fashion is to 
blame one’s mistakes on technology. Hugo was a man of integrity, one of the 
finest poets of his generation, and, strange as it may appear, it did not occur 
to me to blame him for what he had done. I would have probably spat in the face 
of the dimwit whose decision it was to go along with Tito’s request and have 
the Allies bomb a city on Easter full of its own allies. Still, when Hugo later 
wrote a poem about what he did and dedicated it to me, I was surprised. How 
complicated it all was, how inadequate our joint attempt to make some sense of 
it in the face of the unspoken suspicion that none of it made a hell of a lot 
of sense.
Letter to Simic from Boulder
Dear Charles: And so we meet once in San Francisco and I learn
I bombed you long ago in Belgrade when you were five.
I remember. We were after a bridge on the Danube
hoping to cut the German armies off as they fled north
from Greece. We missed. Not unusual, considering I
was one of the bombardiers. I couldn’t hit my ass if
I sat on the Norden or rode a bomb down singing
The Star Spangled Banner. I remember Belgrade opened
like a rose when we came in. Not much flak. I didn’t know
about the daily hangings, the 80,000 Slav who dangled
from German ropes in the city, lessons to the rest.
I was interested mainly in staying alive, that moment
the plane jumped free from the weight of bombs and we went home.
What did you speak then? Serb, I suppose. And what did your mind
do with the terrible howl of bombs? What is Serb for “fear”?
It must be the same as in English, one long primitive wail
of dying children, one child fixed forever in dead stare.
I don’t apologize for the war, or what I was. I was
willingly confused by the times. I think I even believed
in heroics (for others, not for me). I believed the necessity
of that suffering world, hoping it would learn not to do
it again. But I was young. The world never learns. History
has a way of making the past palatable, the dead
a dream. Dear Charles, I’m glad you avoided the bombs, that you
live with us now and write poems. I must tell you though,
I felt funny that day in San Francisco. I kept saying
to myself, he was on the ground that day, the sky
eerie mustard and our engines roaring everything
out of the way. And the world comes clean in moments
like that for survivors. The world comes clean as clouds
in summer, the pure puffed white, soft birds careening
in and out, our lives with a chance to drift on slow
over the world, our bomb bays empty, the target forgotten,
the enemy ignored. Nice to meet you finally after
all the mindless hate. Next time, if you want to be sure
you survive, sit on the bridge I’m trying to hit and wave.
I’m coming in on course but nervous and my cross hairs flutter.
Wherever you are on earth, you are safe. I’m aiming but
my bombs are candy and I’ve lost the lead plane. Your friend, Dick.


(From 31 Letters and 13 Dreams 
<http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0393044904/qid%3D993656366/102-3389080-4708941>
 by Richard Hugo [New York: Norton, 1977])




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http://www.civg.it/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1067:bertolt-brecht-epistola-serba-in-occasione-del-bombardamento-di-belgrado-il-6-aprile-1941&catid=2:non-categorizzato


Bertolt Brecht ”Epistola serba”, in occasione del bombardamento di Belgrado il 
6 aprile 1941


di Enrico Vigna, marzo 2017


…..Per NON dimenticare i bombardamenti NATO sulla Jugoslavia del 1999





Per ricordare e NON dimenticare questo 18° triste anniversario, ho ritrovato 
tra mille carte, queste righe che il grande scrittore tedesco scrisse nel 
lontano 1941.


Tragico è che dopo 56 anni, la tragedia si è ripetuta e ancora una volta ha 
lasciato, come in ogni guerra di aggressione: tragedie, morte, miserie, 
devastazioni sociali e odio.


Qualcuno dice che è il prezzo per la “democrazia occidentale”…                  
    


Forse quel qualcuno in quelle terre non ci va, o ci va da turista distratto e 
opulento.         


Per chi ha vissuto sotto le bombe del ’99 e oggi continua in un legame senza 
fine con quelle genti fiere, dignitose e tenaci…nonostante tutto e tutti, la 
realtà è un'altra.


Vorrei portare quei “qualcuno” a conoscere, parlare, ascoltare le nostre vedove 
di guerra, le nostre madri dei rapiti del Kosovo Methoija, i figli dei 
disoccupati della Serbia, gli sventurati malati di sclerosi del Kosmet, i 
mutilati e i loro figli della guerra subita, i Padri del Monastero ortodosso di 
Decani, le donne, i bambini, gli anziani che vivono nelle enclavi…


Ma quei “qualcuno” ormai hanno altro da fare, altro su cui informare, altro di 
cui  giudicare circa “democrazia”, “diritti umani”, “sviluppo”.


A loro delle condizioni di vita materiale della pena quotidiana del vivere 
delle persone, dei popoli, delle loro anime affrante, violentate ma non ancora 
dome…non interessa.


Forse sono gli stessi che si sono poi occupati, di Libia, Siria, Donbass, 
Yemen…ed i risultati sono davanti i nostri occhi…Situazioni terrificanti.


Eppure sono tutti popoli in ginocchio ma non piegati, neanche nella dignità.


E questo non fa dormire sonni leggeri ai potenti e ai dominatori del mondo.


…Eppure si prova una tristezza profonda quando si riflette su tutto questo, e  
ogni volta lascia buchi neri nell’anima. Perché in questa notte non c’è posto 
per sogni o illusioni, e la gente semplice e onesta non ha  un rifugio per 
scappare da questi scenari di vampiri e avvoltoi, non ha ripari, trincee, ma 
quel che è più triste …. neanche con un sogno si va via, perché oggi in quelle 
terre è anche sempre più difficile sognare oltrechè  ridere.                    
                                                                           


…Eppure con questo straordinario e fiero popolo si riesce ancora, qualche 
volta, a sorridere e a piangere, con l’anima ed il cuore, come si faceva 
“normalmente” non tanto tempo fa…., e come, forse, altri torneranno…un giorno, 
normalmente, a fare.


E come si diceva allora nelle strade  e sui ponti della RFJ:


FORSE CI VINCERANNO. MA NON CI CONVINCERANNO!



 “ Per attaccare i loro vicini,


i rapinatori hanno bisogno del petrolio
E purtroppo noi siamo sulla strada
che li porta ad esso ...




Il loro naso annusando il serbato del petrolio,


ha visto il nostro piccolo paese ...


  Hanno chiamato i nostri capi: dopo due ore di discussione


Essi ci hanno  venduto per una macchina da cucire e un assegno


Ma, quando siamo tornati, in carcere li abbiamo scaraventati  ...


Una mattina, abbiamo sentito il rombo degli aerei su di noi
e il cielo è diventato nero;
il rumore era così forte
che non abbiamo potuto nemmeno sentire le parole dei nostri addii ...



  Le bombe cadevano e alla sera davanti alle nostre case


  c’erano crateri più grandi delle stesse case,


  le nostre donne ei nostri bambini in fuga
  ma i loro aerei volavano bassi su di loro e li braccavano



  per tutto il giorno tutta la nostra terra,


  le nostre colline e i campi venivano falciati;
  ma nello stesso tempo hanno anche scavato la loro fossa ...


Ma su queste colline si è scolpito il vostro volto, la vostra immagine,
 e i fiumi usciranno dalla vostra museruola
finchè non avrete stritolato tutto con i vostri denti bestiali!”


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Bertold Breht            Srpska poslanica





 Povodom bombardovanja Beograda, 6. aprila 1941. godine


(Prevod sa nemačkog Dušan Rnjak)



 Da bi napao svoje komšije


potrebna ti je nafta, razbojniče


ali, mi smo ti na putu


koji vodi do nje...



Nosom svojim njuškajući iz tenka


za naftom, spazio si našu malu zemlju...



Pozvao si naše glavešine;


posle dvočasovnog čekanja



prodadoše nas za šivaću mašinu i džeparac


ali, kad se vratiše, u ćorku ih strpasmo...



Jednog jutra, čuli smo nad nama brujanje


aviona što nam nebo zacrneše;


buka je bila tako jaka


da nismo mogli čuti reči naših rastanaka...


 

Bombe padoše i rupe se otvoriše,


veče od naših kuća;


naše žene i deca bežahu


ali tvoji avioni sleteše nisko i loviše ih...



I kosiše ceo dan...


svu našu zemlju;


naša brda i polja


odjednom si strpao u svoje žvale...



Ali brda su ti prosecala obraz,


reke isticale iz njuške


dok ih sve nisi samleo


svojim zverskim zubima!



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