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Depliant con la pubblicità di villaggi turistici si preparano a invadere le nostre illusioni di riposo.

Ma esistono villaggi, dove il turismo proprio non passa, dove ti rechi solo se hai interessi particolari che, solitamente, non coincidono con quelli di moda nel nostro mondo. In questi villaggi non si va per rilassarsi o per turismo, di qualunque genere. Eppure, si riesce a sorridere.
Sono i villaggi serbi del Kosovo, those who remained after the expulsion of its inhabitants, at least the majority in June 1999 after NATO bombings of Yugoslavia. Deserts are the ones left after yet another ethnic cleansing against Serbs in March 2004. Today, in many of these villages do not live longer even a Serb. Memory erased, zeroed, in the words of the young Svetlana Rakic, recalling his return to Kosovo, to the knowledge of their roots, when it could not review Kjevo village near Istok, because it was too dangerous for Serbs also the only pass. But there are villages like
Opraške, Šaljnovica, Kos, Osojane, Brestovik, Gorazdevac, Muševine, Sinaje, Belo Polje, where many Serbs have remained, or returned in spite of everything, always in spite of everything. And where they're trying to get back (see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZMukZpIgA&feature=related).
These families are living in open-air prisons. Kos, near Osojane in the area of \u200b\u200bPec, Radovan Popović driving the van that came to the village, by the Norwegian Government donated to the monks of the monastery of Decani and handed by him to the village for common uses, such as children to take to school, the elderly or sick people to bring in the nearest health center, the daily shopping. Radovan tells of lives apparently calm, with the many injustices with which they coexist, in spite of themselves, day after day. The lack of legality does not allow them even a minimum of justice. Clubs are often victims of theft of livestock or farm equipment. But they can not defend themselves because they would result in even bigger trouble. Police in Kosovo, made up largely of veterans of the former KLA terrorist group, defined as such by the U.S. and NATO in the early years of its appearance (but later cleared as legitimate training to fight for Kosovo "free and independent" , whose leaders are now in power but also under investigation for trafficking in human organs and other activities that really have little to do with libertarians ... inspirations), the police are not really on top of the Parties, neither sensitive to the demands of legality of the Serbs. It happens so, as I happened to be present during the celebration of May 14 in Gorazdevac, to see to pass between the peaceful crowd of Serbs who paid homage to the holy Jeremiah, a car carrying policemen with machine guns, from making provocative and contemptuous.
and continuity are the attacks of Serbs go unpunished, all to discourage their return to their lands.
Petko Miletic, the village of Opraške, returned to Kosovo after years of living as a refugee with a wife and two young children, supported by the family support project launched at a distance from a bridge for ... in favor of Serb families in the villages of Kosovo ( see: http://www.unponteper.it/cosafacciamo/schedaprogetto.php?sid=16&thold=0) tells us about his burnt house in the pogrom of March 2004 and the dream he did years later when one night he dreamed of his barn that burned. When he returned, he found a new home built for his family, with funds destined for the international community for refugee return, right on the land where the barn once stood.

around the new house, like a ghostly landscape, other buildings burned or looted all testify to the ethnic cleansing. Petko work the land, helped by his wife. All their efforts are used to grow the most of their two children, Tamara, aged six and Lazar, five. Petko, in friendship gives me a bottle of rakija made by him. Every so often, with friends I drink a sip. I need to remember that Petko and his family really exist. Just as there are in the world, many desires of everyday life, to reconstruct peace and serenity. Do not turn your face.