31/01/1993 | Voices from the Drina

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🧵 A thread on what finding food in order to survive has come to in besieged Srebrenica.

The other day I asked Mum to give me two kilograms of cornflour. I took it to Ćamil’s house and persuaded them to give me half a kilogram of wheat flour for it.

The next day Dad bartered a kilogram of cornflour for half a kilogram of meat. That is how prices are matching up at this point.

And this is how we’ve had our first proper meal since leaving Luka. Mum has been able to make a meat-filled pita with unbelievably thin pastry in order to save the flour for another meal. It’ll be eaten up in a matter of minutes.

The sky has been perfectly clear throughout the whole of January. The weather conditions are ideal for aerial bombing , and, sure enough, the modified agricultural planes regularly make their return. (1/2)

They bomb us for fifteen minutes or so then fly back to Bratunac. They only bomb the urban area, never the lines of defence. Every time the town becomes panic-stricken. We pray for clouds and fog, but the sky has never seemed clearer. (2/2)