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Humanitarian Law Centerkill you”. They took me out of the cafe and inside some civilian vehicle, Ithink it was a white or beige Renault 18. They put me on the back seat andtook me to the premises of the fair and swimming pool. They took me to aroom with several civilians in it. They took photographs of me in line withthe police procedure and that is when the first psychological torture began.They told me to stand up, then to sit down, they were telling me that Iwas a pussy, then one of them came in and pointed the gun at me, or theywould light a cigarette for me and then take it from my mouth and throwit asking me why I lighted it. It lasted for about an hour and I had no ideawhat was going on.I asked Slobodan Jovović, one of the inspectors (later on I found out hisname and that he was inspector), to inform my family where I was and Iwrote down my phone number for him. He said no problem. I learned lateron that he did not call my family. After an hour, four men from the QuickReaction Unit came in the combat uniform, carrying automatic rifles, grenades,and flak vests. They put me in the paddy wagon behind the driver.One of them sat in the front and I was sitting between other two inspectors.They cuffed me. Zoran Markuš was, and still is, the commander of theQuick Reaction Forces in Novi Sad. They took me to the Klisa Prison in NoviSad. Markuš and the driver went out of the vehicle. I expected that I wouldalso get out of the vehicle, but I stayed in the vehicle for some time. Markušreturned after some time. The driver returned as well and we went awayfrom the prison and drove down the streets of Novi Sad. I knew Novi Sad,so I recognized that we were leaving Novi Sad and riding down the Zrenjaninroad going towards Zrenjanin. Then I asked Markuš what was goingon, and he told me, “Saša, do not worry, we will not do anything to you”.I was told earlier that they were strictly ordered not to say why or wherethey were taking me.Many things were going through my mind at the time: that they were takingme somewhere to execute me, to kill me somewhere along the road. Inone moment I was even thinking of pulling the fuse from one grenade thatone of the police officers had and blow up all of us. When we got on theZrenjanin road we turned to the side roads towards Belgrade. Actually wetook side roads from Belgrade and that travel lasted for a very long time,practically until evening when we arrived to Prokuplje. In Prokuplje, I wastaken to one elementary school located across from the police station. I do66