I was slightly disappointed. How come such a low number of civilian casualties? I asked the skinny guy who ran the place, how long the siege had lasted. For six months, he replied. No too long, comparing... At that point, I knew nothing of the slaughter of Vukovar, which had taken place at the same time, and been thrown out of the international limelight by the Siege of Dubrovnik, where old buildings went to die. No disrespect to the loss of human lives there either. I'm just bickering about the media, as Finns always do, ad nauseam. We don't talk, and when we do, it's just bitching about not talking.
|Qatar in the Old Town|
On tv, the JNA soldiers fired at the vessels in the Old Town harbor. They had grown tired of destroying old houses. They understood the value of those boats.
My father gave advice to the keeper of the museum, who resembled Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, now that I think about it. He was obviously agitated by all the unexpected attention, just waiting for us to leave. Father had none of it. He said the museum should be relocated to the city center. The war was an essential part of Croatia's history. It was vital for a nation to remember. The guy was nodding out standing up. He open his mouth, and out came syllables of transportation, some developments about to happen. I guess he meant the cable car. We would have never taken it, even if it had worked. Dad was lobbying for bus lines. They worked very poorly at the moment. Very poorly.
"Were they Serbs?" my father had asked an old lady in the Old Town, about the soldiers firing down to the city.
The lady changed the subject, fast.
And Dad... now that you mentioned, most of them were from Montenegro.
Honest! They were!