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Đulsa Velić

I’m crying as I write this, as we begin the trek from Srebrenica town to the Dutch UN base in Potočari. I keep thinking, we’re not going to survive. They’ll kill us all. The Serbs are going to kill people.

It’s 3:30 a.m. and we’ve woken up to resume our trek to the UN base in Potočari. We’ve been sleeping by the water, near the bridge.

We’re being deported out of Potočari by Serb forces. Men are being separated from their families before we board the bus.