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The chairman summoned Nedret from his field station to the hospital and made his request. Would Nedret go to Srebrenica? Nedret was flattered to be asked, but how could he get there given the intervening sixty miles of territory controlled by the nationalist Serb military? Over the summer, several groups had set out for the isolated enclave with supplies and military equipment but had turned back without even crossing the first set of front lines. He’d have to wait and see what happened. The next morning at MSF’s Brussels headquarters, Eric was briefed on his mission. He knew almost nothing about Yugoslavia, a disintegrating, post-Communist Eastern European country. After World War II, the Partisan hero Josip Broz “Tito” had gathered six Balkan republics together into the Yugoslav Federation: Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Slovenia, Macedonia, and Montenegro. The ethno-religious makeup of each republic was different, but this “Land of the South Slavs” was mainly populated by closely related Slavic peoples who had converted at various points in the history of empires to Orthodox Christianity (Serbs, Montenegrins, and Macedonians), Catholicism (Croats and Slovenians), and Islam (Bosnian Muslims), along with significant populations of ethnic Albanians, Hungarians, Jews, and others. “My… heart… hurtssssssss…,” I said, holding my chest and squirming on the cold hospital floor. “I… can’t… breeeeathe.” His family raised livestock and grew vegetables and fruit on a hillside that inched down to the Drina River canyon, the natural border between the Yugoslav republics of Bosnia and Serbia. As a young boy, his typical day began with the crowing of roosters. From the windows of the family’s two-story house, Ilijaz would peer across the blue river to the biggest mountain in western Serbia, Tara, tracing the road that zigzagged from a height of more than 4,200 feet down the face of one of its peaks toward the Peru?ac hydroelectric dam.
