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I went out and wasn’t far from the house when some of
them started to hit me with their rifle butts and to kick
and punch me. I don’t know how long it lasted, and
when they stopped I somehow got to my feet and, all
beat-up, made my way back to the house. When my children
saw me all battered and bloody they started to cry
loudly. When the police searched the house, I told them I
had a 7.65 mm Zastava pistol and a hunting rifle for
which I had permits. I turned the guns over to them.
The police then took Osman Durgut to Budijevci village,
some two kilometers away, where they beat him
again, handcuffed him and made him crawl to a brook
to wash the blood off his face.
Afterwards they pushed a police club into my mouth
and made me keep it there until they said I could take it
out. All this was done to me by the policeman Šubarić.
Durgut recounted that Budijevci was an assembly point
to which JA reservists brought other villagers, among
whom he saw Idriz Durgut, Šemso Babić, Rasim Drkenda,
Sejfo Osmanagić, Himzo Tahirović and others.
Slaviša Svrkota came up to me, drew his pistol, pointed
it at me and demanded that I tell him where Salko Močević
was. He fired five shots over my head. I was deaf for
five days afterwards.
The Muslims were driven to the Pljevlja police station
and locked up. At the station, Durgut saw all the men he
named above and others whose names he does not
know. While in custody, the Muslims were frequently
beaten with clubs and kicked.
A fat man with fair hair whose name I don’t know used
to come into my cell and beat me. When he got so tired
he couldn’t go on, he’d ask me: ‘Did you piss yourself?’
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