wednesday, march 31


For What It's Worth:

News tidbits regarding the Kosovo crisis that I've collected on the one Swedish online news paper I read (Aftonbladet.) and felt some sort of need to pass on.


Line of Kosovo refugees waiting to be let into Albania
Refuges waiting to enter Albania

  • 100 000 people have fled into Albania from Kosovo the past 3 days. About 2000 cross the borders every hour. Albania is the poorest country in Europe - people earn an average of about $25 (yes, twenty-five) a month. Another 45 000 people have fled into Monte Negro, and 25 000 into Macedonia.
  • As a step in their "ethnic cleansing", the refugee's pass ports are ripped to shreds by serbs at the border to make it clear that they can never go back.

  • You know, it's not even about trying to guilt people into feeling something about this war. It's not about trying to be Miss Politically Correct (as I was called by someone [eye rollingly] last week when I wore a nametag saying "Kosovo".

    The truth is I don't have any big clues on what is going on "over there". I do know that there are hundreds and thousands of people running right this minute only to reach a town in a country that can barely support its own inhabitants. When the article I read was written there were reports that the border city where the most refugees flood into had managed to scrounge up 5000 loaves of bread to feed them with, and that was that.

    I guess I'm outraged. Disgusted? I think so. I don't really know where to direct my anger either - as so many of "us", I don't know enough of what is going on to have a complete solid opinion. I know that a man has somehow managed to trigger a similar effect to something vile that happened almost 60 years ago. I know there are people scared of death falling, people who cannot really find out exactly what is going on because anything that resembled free media was taken over and closed down.

    I don't know. I wish it didn't seem so irrational and pointless to want to start some sort of local campaign to gather up blankets, clothes and other things to send down there. Somehow that sort of thing seemed more plausible when I was in that smaller country.

    *sigh* Whatever. It's worth a thought, or a prayer.

    
    
    
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