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Podujevo 1999 – Beyond Reasonable Doubtflip-flops and I asked the police officer if I could take one of them and heordered me to put them on. Then we went out on the main street.When we got to the street leading to the police station, they ordered us togo back to the place we were before. We went back and then they orderedus to go inside the hallway of the house we were in before. One police officertold us, ‘Get ready as soon as possible and get lost from here’. In thismoment I was at the end of the hallway. The hallway was covered by thegreen curtain and a small window at the end was opened a little bit I waslooking through that window and I saw a male around 160-165 cm tall, notreally a big person, in green pants. I think those were wool pants made forthe army reserves. He also had a black turtleneck. In this moment he wantedto enter the house at the main entrance, but when he saw us inside thehallway, he went back and stepped inside the hallway with his right footand said in Serbian, ‘What are you doing here, bastards?’ he ordered us tolean against the wall and he started shooting at us. He fired the whole clip.We found 29 bullet cases after NATO came to Kosovo. In this moment I realisedI was wounded. But I still stood on my feet. I could not lie down. Ithink I was shot with 12 or 13 bullets in the stomach.Selim Tahiri was screaming, ‘Poor me, I am done’ and his father, who hadgunshot wounds all over his body, tried to escape to the other side. Heclimbed three steps and left lying there, dead. Isak Jusufi was also lying unconscious.We thought he was also killed. In this moment I tried to fall onthe ground because I was scared. I was scared that they might return andstart shooting at us again. So, I lay on my stomach. I thought that if they returned,they might think I was dead. My sister Nexhivana was the first onewho came from the second floor where my family was and she saw thatthey killed everybody. In this moment I turned my head and said, ‘Hush, Iam alive’. Selim and Isak’s families came afterwards. Then my mother cameand asked me what happened, and I said ‘Nothing, I was just woundedin the right arm’. I did not dare tell her I was wounded in the stomach, aswell. Then, my mother took my daughter’s diaper and put it around myarm to stop the bleeding. We did not have bandages at the time. Then shetold me, ‘Get up, and let’s run away’. I intended to get up and walk withouther noticing that I was wounded in the stomach, but then I realised Iwas not able to move and I told my mother, ‘I cannot walk because I amwounded in the middle of the body’.195