3/6 ”We emerged from the forest onto an asphalt road. The Serbian soldiers acted calmly. When everybody got out on the road, tanks surrounded us. They separated the wounded people and started to torture us. They made us chant: ‘Long live the king, long live Serbia.’ They took us to a meadow next to the road. They forced us to lay down with our heads in the grass. While we laid there, we heard gunshots. When we finally got up, all the wounded people were gone. They put us in sealed trucks so we couldn’t see anything and nobody could see us. However, there was a tiny hole in the truck’s canvas, so I could peek outside and breathe in fresh air. They brought us to a nearby town, which I recognized because my uncle used to live there. It was the first time I saw lights in three years. That night we spent in the truck. It was about 30 degrees Celsius and there was no food or water. The soldiers would bully us with their rifles. The next morning, we headed towards Zvornik, where I was born. I remember peeking through the hole and seeing people swimming in the river and children biking outside, and here we were in this truck. Inside the truck, everyone was constantly trying to figure out what would happen to us. Some said that we would be taken to a concentration camp. Others said we would be reunited with our families. The truth is, none of us really knew what was waiting for us.”