NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED CONFESSION OF NIKOLA TESLA: How Croats destroyed my home and expelled me from my hearthstone! (PHOTO)
The horrors of the criminal "Operation Storm" were felt personally by Nikola Tesla, a Serb from Kordun. This is his confession about everything he has gone through and saw in those days in August
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He tells us that he was born in 1982 and asks if we can write in small letters, Zagreb, because he does not like it. He is originally from Kordun, and whether he is related to the famous Serbian scientist Nikola Tesla, he says he does not know.
- The first thing everyone asks me is if I am related to Nikola Tesla. I honestly do not know. My ancestors from that area were not related to Tesla. My dad's uncle, who had a high position in Yugoslavia, researched the family tree and there are some indications that we are from the same origin - says Nikola.
He claims that his childhood was carefree and full of games until the "bloody nineties" came around.
- Once in the fourth grade they began calling me names and in some way marked me. One day we played war in school as children, they were Enge, and I wanted to be an American. They told me: You're the YNA? A fight broke loose and I ran home.
That day at home, I caught my dad crying, he told me he was fired. Soon, my mother, who was a top executive at a store received a tip that we need to escape, otherwise, the fate of the Zec family will befall us. We piled into the car and went to Slovenia to my aunt's. We were there a few days, then we went to Kordun through Bosnia. Father was immediately enlisted in the defense of a child, not as an aggressor, as they say.
Although war surrounded us, we as children didn't pay mind, we played and in some ways were full of joy. And then came bloody August. All the men from the village went to the Bihac front. The columns had already passed by, and my grandfather used to say: 'Let them go, we're not moving anywhere!' At the time, a group of elderly gathered and some younger to stand as village guards - Tesla explains what life was like as a boy in the War.
He says that at that time they were children, but they grew up overnight. Toys were replaced by rifles and camouflage uniforms.
- I remember it was August 3, we sat and talked and discussed where we're going. Someone said the forest, some the mountains, some nowhere. Then we were told that we need to go now if we want to get out alive. Grandpa yelled and asked for bombs to wait for the Croats. In the village everyone started to pack and move in tractors or cars. We waited. Dad had not yet arrived from the battlefield. Grandpa did not want to go, he wanted to stay and fight.
In the end, when my grandfather saw me on the small tractor, he cursed Tudjman and left with us. I left my estate, with tears in my eyes. My Mongrel dog came with us, but turned back around because that was his place and his home.
We went to Glina where we were met by the army on the bridge. We went ahead and the shooting started. I shot too, but my mother caught me and we started running. Suddenly we saw an old man with a rifle on his back looking for someone. It was my grandfather. When I saw him, it was like I saw God. Father was still no where in sight - Nikola Tesla continues his detailed confession.
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He says they drank water from a stream, but nobody ever ate. Having lost their tractors and cars near Glina, they were forced to leave by bus. At a time when the column needed to move, Nikola's father was not there. He recounts how, before his eyes, a man kills a horse, his wife, and then himself, so he quietly asks, 'Can you imagine that horror.
- Someone shouts: 'There they are!' Grandfather picks up his rifle and aims it at a soldier on the lawn, and I shout: 'That's my Dad, do not shoot!', And it really was him. All dirty and unshaven, and his boots fell apart from walking. We leave all together, but we do not know where.
So we traveled, I think, two days. Constantly attacked by some army. I remember one guy in a Serbian uniform who entered the buses and approached the men. He was telling them, 'Ustashas are M*ther F*ckers, they f*cked us over!
My father kept silent about it. In the end it turned out that the soldier was a Croatian spy whose task was to find Serbian fighters among the people - says Nikola Tesla.
What is particularly shocking is that Nikola discovered that Croatian women wept for that column and stealthily gave Serbs bread, water, and cold cuts. But, at that time, it was unfortunately a minority.
- We crossed into Serbia when our grandfather paid a police officer 500 KM. The officer told him: 'That's it, Grandpa, when Slobo leaves you out to dry. You'll come back to your house one day... '
Our first stop was Indjija. It was chaos. Everyone was crying and looking for someone. From there we went to Subotica, to my uncle's. We were lucky to be alive and together, but we grieved for our homes that remained empty.
As the years passed, the older men returned, much like my parents. They managed to restore our house and fix up the property, and I visited for every holiday. For Ten years they were without electricity when they returned. There were all sorts of provocations and they even laid mines on the estate.
I decided to go to school, after completing primary and secondary schools, I went to college in Belgrade. My mother stayed to take care of my grandfather and my father got a job in the shipyards in Rijeka. We lived separately, but I yearned for my homeland.
I returned in 2006 and started working in Zagreb. It was not easy, but we're stronger together. The old men had died in our village, and children were not being born. In the Football Club "Petrova Gora" for whom I work as an amateur, children are labeled because they are Serbs, but have nothing to do with the war or weren't even born then.
I married a girl from a neighboring village, who had an even worse experience in the war. Her mother died of cancer, which she received as a result of "Operation Storm".
Now we have two girls, but are contemplating whether to stay in Kordun and allow our children to learn history and "Operation Storm" how it was written or the one their parents lived through.
This is just one of 330,000 stories that I can tell you about the Krajina residents from Dalmatia, Lika, Kordun, Bosnia ... - with that, Nikola Tesla ends his story for our portal.