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Humanitarian Law Centerovo Liberation Army uniforms or pistols in the house, as claimed by Cvjetan,and told me about the events of 28 March in great detail.When the police ordered them out of Isak’s house, everyone did as theywere told. Florim and his wounded father, mother and one-year-old sonwere the last. They were going down the stairs when two uniformed mencame toward them:One of them asked my father, “What is it; are you sick or wounded?” Myfather said he was sick. I was behind him, with my son in my arms. Whenthey saw me, one of them said, “It’s you we’re looking for. Put down thechild.” I said I couldn’t because the baby wasn’t even a year old. He said,“Put your son down or I’ll kill you both.” He was standing on the stairs belowme and the other one was next to me. The other one didn’t say anything,just kept his gun pointed at me. He was 26 or 27. Both were in camouflagefatigues and had badges on their shoulders. I think I made out theword “Scorpion” on the badges, but I can’t be sure.The one who threatened me was tall, heavily built and his head so closelyshaved that he seemed to be bald. He had a big face. I had to put myson down and he started screaming. Then the one with the gun beside mesaid, “Leave the man be. Can’t you see the child is crying? I have a childlike him.” I bent down to pick up my son but the bald one yelled that I wasto leave him where he was. The other one told me to take the child and go.I picked up the baby and went down the stairs. I hadn’t taken two stepswhen I saw the policeman Tomo Petrović in front of me. “Tomo, for heaven’ssake. You know I have a small child and these two want to kill me,” Isaid. He just shrugged his shoulders. I went down and was near the frontdoor when I heard a burst of shots. I thought they had killed everyone whohad left the house before me. A column had already been formed in thestreet. We joined it and went in the direction of the Lab river.92