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What It’s Like to Chill Out With Whom the World Considers the Most Ruthless Men :
Ratko Mladic, Goran Hadzic and Radovan Karadzic Confessions of a Female War Crimes
Confessions of a Female War Crimes Investigator
A lot of evidence will come out during my defence case as to how the Americans wanted to
secure a long-lasting war in Bosnia and instigated violations of the UN arms embargo, even
in close cooperation with Iran, and how they supported and supplied the Bosnian Muslims to
justify what they were doing to Muslims elsewhere. --By Radovan Karadzic
Retrospectively, it was all so simple, natural and matter of fact being on a boat restaurant in
Belgrade, sitting with, laughing, drinking a two hundred bottle of wine and chatting about war
and peace while Ratko Mladic held my hand. Mladic, a man considered the world’s most
ruthless war criminal since Adolf Hitler, still at large and currently having a five million dollar
bounty on his head for genocide by the international community. Yet there I was with my
two best friends at the time, a former Serbian diplomat, his wife, and Ratko Mladic just chilling.
There was no security, nothing you’d ordinarily expect in such circumstances. Referring to
himself merely as, Sharko; this is the story of it all came about.
It all began as former United States President Bill Clinton spearheaded NATO’s war against
Serbia, Montenegro and Slobodan Milosevic (March 1999). Thirty-five years old, conducting
graduate study work at the New School for Social Research in New York City in political
science, I planned graduating spring 1999 with an area study emphasis in international law
and human rights. I was naive then, still believing strongly in democratic liberal concepts
such as freedom of academic thought. Hence, I never anticipated my political views would
impede either my graduation or completing my master’s thesis work on whether NATO
states committed gross violations of customarily accepted international criminal law in
launching military aggression against Serbia and Montenegro owing to not acquiring
United Nations Security Counsel approval prior.
Then as hit with the identical smart bomb dropped on Milosevic’s presidential palace in Serbia the night of April 22nd 1999, political science chairperson then at the New School, Professor David Plotke, summoned me into his office before class that evening and dismissed me from the master’s program at the New School owing to what he considered my possessing unsavory political science opinions.
Only having to complete two more classes to graduate, I always thought my future in political sciences as wide open with innumerous possibilities; unfortunately this proved untrue. Plotke told me in no uncertain terms that I was not the type of person the New School wanted walking around with a degree stating the New School’s prestigious name on it.
Ironically, the New School was an institution I attended only owing to its’ placing great pride and emphasis on allowing students complete academic freedom of thought without dictating what is and what is not politically correct to discuss. Yet surprisingly, dismissal from the program and blow to my graduate work should not been completely unexpected since the semester immediately prior, the school refused allowing me to conduct my graduate thesis work on the subject of whether the NATO and Bill Clinton committed war crimes against the former Yugoslavia during the Kosovo war (1999) and internally suggested I
write about infringement of Muslim human rights in France.
I suppose with the likes of Hillary Clinton and Tony Blair hanging about the fourth floor of the
school at the renown World Policy Institute in 1999, I should have expected the university
would not take kindly to student‘s speaking out critically against Bill Clinton and the Kosovo
war (1999) he went down in history for advocating. Then again, in 1999 I still believed in the
school’s core ideals of academic freedom, especially since I was paying no less than one
thousand United States dollars a credit to attend. My civil rights lawsuit against the college
is another story in and of itself not deserving extended amounts of space here, except what
I already mentioned.
Dismissal from graduate school left me in a complete state of scholarly anomie seeking
empathy and solace from my few friends and confidants at the time including many diplomats
I studied with at the New School for several years. The list included but was not limited to
ambassadors from Iran, Oman and a newly appointed First Secretary of the Bosnian Mission
to the United Nations in New York, Darko Trifunovic.
Noteworthy of mentioning, both the
ambassadors from Iran and Oman both
confided in me their own extreme
dissatisfactions and the scholarly
problems they themselves currently
encountered at the New School for
Social Research. On the last day
attending the school, both aforementioned
men explicitly complained to me the school
was holding them back from graduating owing
to their own so-called extremely unsavory
political viewpoints. In particular the Iranian
ambassador, Amir, was writing his master’s
thesis on the Iranian contra affair and the UN Ambassador from Oman told me, for years he
was being held back from graduating because Greek Professor Addie Pollis strongly
disdained his Islamic religious and cultural views insofar as human rights and multiple
marriage partners by Muslim sultans in his country of origin. It was May (1999).
Riddled with uncertainty about my future scholarly status, I immediately applied for
graduate study at Farleigh Dickinson University in New Jersey where I studied an additional
two years before encountering similar problems with the graduate school faculty there.
Ironically it was only FDU professors whom formerly studied themselves at the New School
still in touch with the faculty there, who were later responsible for my having to leave the
graduate program at FDU in early 2002.
Between the time of my dismissal from the New School and my dismissal from FDU in the
fall (2002), I stayed in touch with many scholars and other politically active persons sharing
similar anti-war views as myself regarding NATO’s 1999 Kosovo war including: Professor
Barry Lituchy (NYC), Ramsey Clark’s people at the International Action Center, and a couple
of new acquaintances I’ve chanced meet online in Serbian political activist forums.
One of those people was,
Darko Trifunovic. Darko and I
were e-mailing each other regularly
by early spring (1999) at which time
he informed me that he became
the newly appointed First Secretary
of the Bosnian Mission to the
United Nations in New York City
and wondered whether I would
pick him up at JFK airport when
he arrives in a few weeks;
Another event in my life
occurring in Manhattan in late
spring (1999) was chance meeting
Nikola Sainovic; Slobodan
Milosevic’s former Deputy
Serbian Prime Minister. It just so
happened I was in the city
attending Ramsey Clark’s
anti-NATO lectures immediately
after NATO’s bombing campaign
against the former Yugolsavia began. I was walking up to the main lecture building and
paused at the door momentarily to examine how to enter and where to go when Nikola
walked up for me , surprising me from behind, he said “hello, are you here for the lecture
also“? I replied “yes.” I was shy, but Nikola kept the conversation going as we walked into
the building together discussing the horrendous actions the NATO was currently undertaking
against his country in Serbia. Although I did not know then who exactly he was, he was
handsome, educated and he wore a very sharp brown suit, tie and wore glasses. His identity
is unmistakable to me now viewing the photos of him sitting in the Hague currently awaiting
his own trial for complicity in war crimes. During the lecture intermission he again came
over to speak with me and asked me my telephone number stating he’d like to get together
and talk sometime with me while he was in town; I acceded.
It was not long after Ramsey Clark’s lecture that Nikola
called me and we agreed to have dinner together at the
Peking House in Butler NJ on Route 23. He met me at the
restaurant and we enjoyed a great dinner and lively
conversation regarding American diplomacy and politics
between the United States, NATO and Serbia. After dinner
he asked me if there was somewhere quite we both
could go to continue talking and being shy about men
and their intentions, I told him since it was a beautiful
summer’s evening, I suggested we drive up 23 North
into West Milford NJ where there was a lovely “rest stop”
where we could sit down on the picnic table chairs and
continue our conversation together.
up to the
spot in his
I had never
in a Jaguar
really smooth. Nikola and I spent several hours just chatting about Serbia and the illegal NATO
actions undertaken against his country and when we commenced, he drove me back to my car
waiting by the restaurant and we decided we would meet again for lunch in about a week; he
would give me call soon.
I was attending Montclair State University for one semester that summer so when Nikola
call me in about a week for lunch I recommended we meet at about 4pm at the 6 Brothers Diner
on Route 46 by the university. Nikola never made any unwanted advances towards me and we
just like to chat about war and peace. He told me, ‘Jill, I like to come talk with you because I
can trust you. I can let down my hair so to speak with you and not worry about you wire tapping
me or stabbing me in the back.” I thanked him for his compliment and company. He told me his
daughter lived in Tarrytown New York and when we parted that day, he told me this is where
he was headed. He gave me his business card bearing his name, Nikola Sainovic. I forget the
business it listed, it might have just said Prime Minister but I think it said something else
politically related but I can’t remember now. I took it and thanked him. Whomever I did meet,
they also gave me photos and showed me a brief portfolio of their news ideas in the space
saving architecture and additionally gave me some photos of their work and a business card
for what I remember as a German PASSOS company. It had to be be Nikola. We actually had
a great chat about what I thought about his new architectural ideas. I loved them telling Nikola
I believed he would be extremely successful in his new endeavors. I think we may have had
lunch one additional time and then I never heard from him again.
Darko arrived first, his very beautiful wife, Bojana, arrived as expected about one month
later after he was settled. Darko greatly impressed me at the time. Being a former political
adviser to the to the former female President of the Republic of Srpska in Bosnia, he had a
degree in international law, diplomatic immunity, was a writer, handsome, was extremely
brilliant and fun to just hang-out with and work. The three of us became extremely close
friends and confidants.
During this time period, I had the honor to
meet, Professor Simeunovic (Political Science
Department of the University of Beograd) .
He used to come to New York City several
times during the time period, Darko, was
First Secretary of the Bosnian Mission at the
UN in NYC. Darko actually called me one day
when, Professor Simuenovic, came to New York
to attend the 1999 United Nations Preparatory
Committee Meetings (Closed Door). Then, the
NATO Kosovo Crisis had fully begun; the UN
refused granting, Professor Simeunovic,
entrance into the meeting since the United
States was so called "at war" with the Former
Serbian & Montenegrin Republic. Darko merely,
told me to help get "Him into the meeting
somehow." I said, "What can I do"? He said, "Your, Cousin Gay Rosenblum works at 1 United
Nations Plaza in Executive Offices of the UN's Public Administration i.e. India. Tell them that
and he will be able to gain entrance if you ask them to let him in." It is true, my does Cousin
work in the UN Plaza in Public Administration. So trying to help Serbia, I went down a to In
Plaza, asked them to let the Serbian gentleman into the meeting and they did.
Serbia has the BEST DIPLOMATS working for it, and also for its' intelligence I have seen
anywhere in the world. I learned so much from my time working with Darko as my "mentor."
I remember on one particular visit, Professor Simeunovic, Darko and myself, were on our way
up to a renown and one of the very few Serbian Restaurant's existing n America called,
Sports Bar; owned by a man named Nik, and his wife who cooks in the kitchen. Professor
Simeunovic taught me then, the importance of "true diplomacy" in which is is NOT via
weaponry , money and power, you make things happen on the international stage, but
through your share connections and human contacts; the art of true diplomacy in and of
itself. He said to me, and simultaneously pulling out a worn old black telephone book
from his rear pocket said to me from the front seat (Darko always drove my car and I sat in
the back), "Do you know what this is JIll,"? I said, "No I don't Mr. Simeunovic to be honest,
" he replied, "I am a Diplomatic Mediator for Serbia, I have mediated situations for , Serbia
and RS, from Bosnia to Macadonia, in this book are all of my "Diplomatic Contacts."
Continuing speaking to me he said, " I have the personal telephone numbers of the President
of over 100 Head's of State to lower Diplomatic at Embassies Worldwide I can call at any time
and place for help anywhere in the world." This is what makes a true diplomat Jill."
"No money and Weapons like NATO Uses; It is all about who you know and how you can
influence those whom you
know and can trust as confidants." Then said, "I strongly suggest Darko "mentor you,"
and you begin compiling your own little black book of diplomatic contacts immediately,
And I listened to his every word.
While the American Embassies, Colleges and Diplomats hated me for "chilling and and
making friends everywhere from the Iranian Ambassador to Executive Head's of
ENACO (Mr Davies) from Cocaine growing companies, existing in
Peru, l listened to, Professor Simeunovic's advice to me. He was right; I needed to
have tons of trusted high level people and evene some Presidents' I could call if I
needed assistance anywhere and at anytime if I was going to be a "diplomat." That
way, I thought to myself, suppose I had to get some American citizens out of a kidnapping
situation say in, Iran or Iraq?" This way, only I could actually "pull it off perhaps, though
my contacts." This was very important and I strongly suggest that, CIA Head take some
classes in intelligence, diplomacy as well as in Anti Terrorism, from Dr. Darko Trifunovic,
at the University of Beograd , Srebija (If tehy can get into his class there). lol It is all
Here is the Registration address for, Darko Trifunovic, in
http://www.bg.ac.rs/eng/en_newss.php?id=96. OR http://www.bg.ac.rs/eng/en_newss.php?id=96
(Get into his class if you can is my
best advice to those ignoring him and
his Al Qaeda information emanating
from the Documentation Center of
Republika of Srpska Governmental
Offices.the before 9/11). read More
About Darko and myself visiting
Republican Senator NIcholson in
DC together to speak about Al Qaeda
in Bosnia at:
Between the time, I was dismissed from the New school for
Social Research in New York City, and, the time, Darko, arrived in
full diplomatic capacity in to work in the Bosnian Mission to the
United Nations in New York City, I had lots of spare time on my
hands. Before I met Darko, I had fallen whimsically in love with a
monk living at the Abbey of the Holy Name Monastery, where I
attend Orthodox Christian Mass weekly. His name was Momcilo
Being familiar with encryption and codes, I noticed an Orthodox
Christian Ikon has gave to me seemed to read “I have the NATO
codes.” I ignored this at first. A few weeks later, I was speaking with Bishop John at the
monastery and I went upstairs into the dinette to get something, and I noticed a piece of
paper lying on the table. I could not help but seeing what was written on this paper. On one
side it had names of insurance companies and numbers, and when I looked on the other,
becoming curious, it had the names of the Serbian shot down non-invisible Stealth Fighter
Jet F-117A on it and the names of various American companies such as “Boeing” and
Upon seeing this piece of paper I became immediately alarmed because a week or so before
while at Sunday Mass, one of my Serbian friends living at the monastery, a former Serbian
air force serviceman back in the Former Yugoslavia, had asked me to help him input some
numeric codes into the Bishops computer upstairs on a ‘Karaoke’ site called ‘Sing Out.”
Thinking back on that experience, it seemed I could have helped him input NATO air codes
he transferred via the Bishops computer to another contact that was somehow connected
in the NATO Stealth being shot down. I will never know for sure; I it seems this way. The
day after I entered the numbers for him, the Stealth was shot down and someone unknown
to me send me the photos of the downed NATO stealth I have posted on my website.
I even became voted in as the executive
director of the Law Projects Center Yugoslavia
in New York . The Law Projects Center was
a United Nations accredited NGO and offshoot
of the Yugoslav Coalition to Establish and
international criminal court. Darko and some
political people originally founded the
organization in Belgrade Serbia prior his arrival
in New York City in diplomatic capacity.
I worked fervently legally registering the
organization in New Jersey as a legally filed
non-profit successfully. The Law Projects Center and its activities demanded Darko, his
wife and I often stayed the night over each others’ apartments often; many times working
days at a time with very little sleep. From winter (1999) until fall (2002), Darko, his wife and I
worked daily at the Bosnian Mission to the United Nations in New York City co-authoring
two books: 1) The Bosnian Model of Al-Qaeda Terrorism and; 2) The Srebrenica Massacre.
As a young student of war and peace in the former Yugoslavia, I was in scholarly heaven
accessing the United Nations to work with Darko daily. This enabled my meeting many
of the most fascinating people in the world. I vividly remember Senator Bill Richardson at
the time giving nightly press interviews on television about meeting with OPEC members
states, “setting them straight about lowering oil prices in 2000.” Yet when I’d chit-chat with
the Iranian ambassador in the city before class asking him about it he would say to me
something to the effect as,” We at OPEC are so angry about former colonialism by England
and America, OPEC will continually attempt bringing both the United States and England to
their financial knees on energy issues…And by the way Jill, Russia does not in any manner
intend to halt weapon sales to Iran.”
In fact Amir and I, notwithstanding our
theological differences, got alone well.
We’d often sit together before class acceding
on a great many matters. In particular I
remember us sitting one night and looking
me square in the eye stating, “You know Jill,
I will never believe that Jesus Christ is the
Son of God.” I replied, “And I Amir will never
convert to Islam.” Now that we got that out of
the way, we both smiled at one another getting
down to discussing real issues. You can
read about this incident at my blog here http//sites.google.com/site/jillstarrsite/Home/
The Bosnian mission to the United Nations in New York City in 2001 was an extremely
interesting place. Reflecting the rotating ethnic presidency existing in Bosnia unto present,
Mission employees were comprised of people of completely bipolar ethnic, theological
and politically ideological viewpoints.
The Head Ambassador of the Mission post 9-11 was then combating rumors of his soon
becoming persona non grata in the United States for allegedly giving Osama Bin Laden a
visa to travel through Bosnia illegally when previously stationed in Italy in 1993. There
were also rumors he confessed to the United States Department of State of running
international arms trades in connection with Al-Qaeda.
Darko Trifunovic confided in me that Al Qaeda Algerian militant Abu Mali, worked in the
Bosnian mission to the UN in Manhattan 2001-2002 after the war under a Bosnian name,
Safet Catovic. Darko Trifunovic and I worked together at the Bosnian Mission to the United
Nations in NYC in 2001-2002 together and I, Jill Starr,l verify I used to work on Mali's
computer at the Mission because it always was getting fouled up with computer viruses at
The number two man at the Bosnian
mission, the First Ambassador was Serbian,
Orthodox Christian and a doctor of medicine
by university degree. The First Secretary of
the Mission was my friend Darko, the Consulate
department was headed by an ethnic Muslim
lady from Bosnia, and there was an ethnic
Croatian woman floating around with other
various diplomats being of Roman Catholic
Croatian descent. He became extremely
suspicious of who Catovic really was because
he spoke poor Bosnian. As a result, Trifunovic
said he lost a job in the mission and moved to
The number two man at the Bosnian mission, the First Ambassador was Serbian, Orthodox Christian and a doctor of medicine by university degree. The First Secretary of the Mission was my friend Darko, the Consulate department was headed by an ethnic Muslim lady from Bosnia, and there was an ethnic Croatian woman floating around with other various diplomats being of Roman Catholic Croatian descent.
My time at the Mission was primarily spent fixing Darko’s laptop computer which became daily infected with computer viruses he continually claimed emanated from other employees at the Mission who were allegedly trying to sabotage him because of his ethnic Serbian background. I vividly recall the constant bickering between all the mission employees; always accusing each other of committing war crimes and giving each other computer viruses making it virtually impossible for any of them to get along. The Croatian diplomat usually stayed to herself with her office door shut while the others present usually just listened to Led Zeppelin rock music on their personal CD-ROM players. They told me repeatedly they had nothing else to do with their time at the United Nations beyond an occasional meeting except for listening to music and playing computer games.
Sad and ironic was the few things I noticed all the Bosnian mission employees agreeing upon was their undying love for the rock band, Led Zeppelin.
A year had come and gone while I totally immersed myself into political inquiry as to just
who was guilty of committing war crimes in the former Yugoslavia. My favorite subjects
of inquiry included:
NATO, Kosovo & Metohia, Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia and persons of interest such as
Mladic and Hacim Thaci (Albanian Leader of the Kosovo Liberation Army). It was not
enough for my merely taking in nightly news reports from CNN and other mainstream
American media; to conduct an investigation for inquiry of social fact, I needed to go to
Serbia and investigate for myself.
Only after seeing firsthand the goings on in the
Balkans could I make a discriminate determination
of guilty parties insofar as genocide there. After
my fateful month long trip to Serbia and Montenegro
in the fall 2002 I later concluded all warring parties
involved had blood on their hands (Croats, Serbs,
Muslims and the NATO); there are no innocents.
But in 2001, neither my finances nor busy schedule
allowed such a trip. Moreover, not speaking fluent
Serbian coupled with the anti-American sentiment
existing in Serbia then listed on the United States
Department of State travel warning website caused
going to there an unfeasible option. Hence, my life
and studies went on as usual.
Several seasons went by and now it was spring 2001.
Darko and his wife Bojana had time off which they
spent visiting friends and family in Serbia for about
two weeks. Because of this Darko was unable to function in full diplomatic capacity. In
spring 2001 there was a preparatory commission meeting of plenipotentiaries to establish
an international criminal court at the United Nations in New York City. Topics of the meeting
included but were not limited to defining interstate acts of aggression, court financing etc.
. Darko asked me if I would sit in for him at the meeting taking as many notes possible
owing to the Law Projects Center possessing United Nations accreditation as a NGO
(non governmental organization) with full observer status at the United Nations; I acceded.
Darko faxed me all necessary paperwork enabling my application attendance at this
crucial meeting; I filled out the necessary forms and faxed them to the appropriate
United Nations office for approval. It was an extremely exciting time for me. My close
friend and colleague, Arnold Stark (History professor and Columbian University PhD)
drove me into Manhattan walking me through the United Nations main entrance and
security the day of attendance.
Professor Stark himself was an old foreign service
man from way back in the day and he told me I never
looked as professionally sharp as I did on that day; I
wore a navy blue pin striped suit. I must admit,
I looked good.
Only post attending that day did I truly understand
the total lapse of security existing then at the United
Nations in New York City. I say this owing to the social
fact that the Law Projects Center was indeed registered
as an United nations accredited NGO it is true.
However, closed meetings of this sort meant
attendance was strictly limited to head ambassadors
of valid United Nations member state missions and
non governmental organizations possessing observer
status were not allowed.
Unto present, I’ve yet understood whereby I gained entrance into this privy closed meeting
consisting of only United Nations ambassadors, but I did. Walking to the basement floor of
the United Nations building that day, I merely wore a visitors badge given to me at the front
desk in no manner indicating that I was an ambassador of a United Nations mission; least of
all the Bosnia mission as required for entrance. Totally unaware I didn’t possess necessary
credentials to enter the meeting, I walked confidently towards the entrance door and past
the guard stationed outside it. The guard never bothering to examine the type of badge I
wore around my neck simply said “good day Madame” and urged me into the meeting; it
was just about time to begin.
I immediately sensed something wrong once through the door past the guard. First, I
was uncertain where to sit. Everyone else had a sign in front of their seat stating their
country of origin. The Israeli ambassador sat in front of the Israel sign, the Spanish lady
sat in front of the seat indicating she represented, Spain etc..
I looked fervently around the room seeing no seats indicating seats for United Nations
observers anywhere. The last thing I wanted to do was to embarrass myself by taking the
seat of an important ambassador; I noticed a couple of men seeming from some African
state grabbing some meeting paperwork nearby so I inquired of them.
I told them I was a newbie and inquired where to sit and what I should do. With heavy
African accents one of them said, “just grab a bunch of these papers, sit there and look
like you are busy,” so I did. In fact, I grabbed as many extra copies as I could without
looking conspicuous when noticing another peculiarity.
The meeting papers indicated they were for restricted for the eyes of state mission heads’
only (chief ambassadors of countries) and allowing other persons and/or United Nations
employees to view them was a punishable offense. Uncertain what to do, and with the
meeting beginning, I merely sat there stunned. My seat and the one the African gentleman
next to me took seemed extras because they neglected having any indication regarding
country origin in front of them on the table; I felt safe.
As totally immersed and interesting as I found the topics, the African ambassador seated
found boring. I say this owing to noticing during the entire meeting he was merely doodling
nonsensical pictures on some legal pad. I think that no one took more notes that day than me.
I was especially interested in the interstate bickering about financing the international criminal
court should and when it came about. Spain was particularly forceful in vocalizing its opinion
that the countries giving the most monetary contributions to the court itself ought have more
power over both its staffing and its innocent and guilty verdicts as well as judges appointed.
My suspicions’ equally shared by scholars such as Noam Chomsky and former attorney
general, Ramsey Clark were now fully justifiably confirmed. The court itself was a great
travesty of justice and I was actually witnessing quarrels between countries insofar as
controlling the courts judges and verdicts based on financial contributions rather than on
law and true international justice.
The most shocking point of the meeting for me was when the Israeli ambassador admitted
openly to the other attendees that Israel was indifferent to war crimes, crimes against
humanity and would in no manner support any international structure limiting its’ ability
for practicing war and peace against any other state and/or party it considered a threat
to its national interest.
The ambassador representing the United States that day strongly and equally explicitly
backed the Israeli position making clear American attendance was more for information
gathering purposes and show than true concern for international law, world peace and
social justice. When the meeting ended I slipped quickly out the front entrance of the
United Nations; notes and papers in hand; I would read them in detail later that evening.
When I attended these Preparatory Meetings at the end, the First Ambassador to the
Bosnian Mission in NYC (The Serbian Doctor with glasses) came in but only stayed a
short while as my witness to my being there. (Noteworthy of mentioning was this man
being a doctor, when returning from a trip to the Former Yugoslavia once, was nice enough
to bring me some alternative medicine (a liquid lemon mixture) back with him and gave it to
me to help me withdrawal from all the American narcotics I was on). Darko insisted because
he was worried about me overdosing on all my American medications). I always wondered
if Doctor Radovan Karadzic had made the elixir himself for me--I will never truly know but
it is not out of the question because Darko told me it was an "alternative medication and
a liquid mixed with herbs and lemons sliced").
I ALSO SAT DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM FORMER UNITED STATES AMBASSADOR ,
RICHARD HOLBROKE! HE WAS SITTING ACROSS FROM MYSELF, AND DIRECTLY NEXT
TO THE ISRAELI AMBASSADOR. He did not look at all like his photos (which were obviosly
touched up) because he looked terrible with BIG POCK MARKS ALL OVER HIS FACE AND
THICK SQUARE BROWN GLASSES! He laughed and took nothing seriously at all! I was
shocked at his taking human rights as some type of joke; I took every thing happening
It must have amazed Darko upon returning from
Serbia I actually gained entrance to the ICC preparatory
closed meeting because within a week he invited me to
the city to attend another important meeting at the
United Nations comprised of diplomats from some very
selective and prestigious NATO member states. I don’t
recall the date but by his return fully I understood the
definition of a closed meeting. Upon approaching the
meeting door I became at once cognizant the meeting
stated “closed meeting,” on the door. I did my best to
point this fact out to Darko who told me to go in with
him anyway; we did. Darko obviously thought because
I gained entrance to the ICC meeting I ought not have