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Humanitarian Law CenterThere, they handed me over to the inspectors of the Secretariat of the Interiorin Prokuplje while the members of the Novi Sad special operationsunit left the school and, probably, returned to Novi Sad. I spent a coupleof hours at this school, sitting at the first school desk with some membersof the Secretariat of the Interior, or inspectors of some other service, beforethey took me, after a couple of hours, at night, to the prison in Prokuplje.They put me in a room, I think it was room number six, where there alreadywas a youth, bandaged all over, and where there was no electricity. At theentrance to the prison they took from me the things that, practically, hadalready been taken from me and gave me a receipt. I spent the whole dayin that prison room and then my name was called and I was taken upstairs,where the rooms of the administration were. They took me to the first roomupstairs, on the left, where the two inspectors were. At first, they treatedme as a criminal. They said they knew everything about me that was knownin Novi Sad, that they knew who I was and what I had done. A real psychologicaltorture ensued and they started questioning me about the civiliansthat had been killed in Podujevo. I told them I knew about it and describedthe event exactly the way I have described it before the court today.However, they said they were going to take me outside and shoot me, thatis what Klikovac and Oparnica said to me. I was told that my family didn’tknow where I was, that I would never see them again, nor would they seeme until I wrote and signed whatever they were going to dictate to me. Atthat, they kept repeating that I would be shot, that they would, personally,liquidate me. It was only later that I learned that my family had no ideawhere I was.In my presence, they made a telephone call to a general from Belgrade; hetold them, more or less, that I was “a tough cookie” and that I could bebroken only in some other way. Obviously, what they had in mind was myfamily. Finally, they made it quite clear to me that they would let me contactmy family the moment I had written and signed the statement thatthey had been dictating. If not, we knew what followed. They, the inspectors,had the statement typed on a typewriter and the only thing I coulddo, and I did do, was to sign differently from the way I usually sign myself.I was ordered then that, at the time I was giving a statement to the investigativejudge, my statement had to be identical, that is, to be a copy andthat, after that, I would be released from detention.272